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PSALMS, 

CAREFULLY  SUITED 

TO   THE 

CHRISTIAN  WORSHIP 

IN  THE 

1 

UNITED  STATES  OF  AMERICA 

BEING 

AN  IMPOVEMENT  OF  THE  OLD  VERSIONS 

OF  THE 

PSALMS  OF  DAVID. 


All  things  written  in  the  Laws  of  Moses,  and  the  Prophets,  and 
the  Psalms,  concerning  Me,  must  be  fulfilled. 


NEW-YORK: 

PRINTED  FOR  T.  AND  J.  SWORDS,  i.  CAMPBELL,  VT. 
DURELL,  T.  S.  ARDEN,  P.  A.  MESIER,  E.  DUYCKINCK, 
N.  JUDAH,    J.   BLACK,    J.  TIEBOUT,    M.   WARD  AND  C0» 

•      S.   STEPHENS,    AND  C.  DAVIS. 

P.  HEARD,    PRINTER. 

1802. 


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PSALM  1.  Common  Metre. 
EST  is  the  man  who  shuns  the  place 


here  sinners  love  to  meet ; 
Who  fears  to  tread  their  wicked  ways, 
And  hates  the  scoffer's  seat. 

2  But  in  the  statutes  of  the  Lord 

Has  plac'd  his  chief  delight  -, 
By  day  he  reads  or  hears  the  word, 
And  meditates  by  night. 

3  [He  like  a  plant  of  generous  kind 

By  living  waters  set, 
Safe  from  the  storms  and  blasting  wind, 
Enjoys  a  peaceful  state.] 

4  Green  as  the  leaf,  and  ever  fair 

Shall  his  profession  shine  -, 

While  fruits  of  holiness  appear 

Like  clusters  on  the  vine. 

5  Not  so  the  impious  and  unjust ; 

What  vain  designs  they  form  ! 
Their  hopes  are  blown  away  like  dust, 
Or  chaff  before  the  storm. 

6  Sinners  in  judgment  shall  not  stand 

Among  the  sons  of  grace, 
When  Christ  the  Judge,  at  his  right  hand 
Appoints  his  saints  a  place. 

7  His  eye  beholds  the  path  they  tread, 

His  heart  approves  it  well  ; 
But  crooked  ways  of  sinners  lead 
Down  to  the  gates  of  hell. 


t  PSALM  I 

PSALM  1.  Short  Metre. 

THE  man  is  ever  blest, 
Who  shuns  the  sinners'  ways, 
Among  their  councils  never  stands, 

Nor  takes  the  scorner's  place  : 
But  makes  the  law  of  God 

His  study  and  delight, 
Amidst  the  labours  of  the  day, 

And  watches  of  the  night. 
He  like  a  tree  shall  thrive, 

With  waters  near  the  root ; 
Fresh  as  the  leaf  his  name  shall  live, 

His  works  are  heavenly  fruit. 
Not  so  th'  ungodly  race, 

They  no  such  blessings  find  : 
Their  hopes  shall  flee  like  empty  chaff 

Before  the  driving  wind. 
How  will  they  bear  to  stand 

Before  that  judgment  seat, 
Where  all  the  saints  at  Christ's  right  hand 

In  full  assembly  meet  ? 

He  knows,  and  he  approves, 

The  way  the  righteous  go  : 
But  sinners  and  their  works  shall  meet 

A  dreadful  overthrow. 

PSALM  1.  Long  Metre. 
II APPY  the  man  whose  cautious  feet 
JL~1  Shun  the  broad  way  where  sinners  go, 
Who  hates  the  place  where  Atheists  meet, 
And  fears  to  talk  as  scoffers  do. 
He  loves  t'  employ  his  morning  light 
Among  the  statutes  of  the  Lord; 
And  spends  the  wakeful  hours  of  night, 
With  pleasure  pond'ring  o'er  the  word. 


PSALM  IT. 

3  He,  like  a  plant  by  gentle  streams, 
Shall  flourish  in  immortal  green  ; 

And  Heaven  will  shine  with  kindest  beams 
On  every  work  his  hands  begin. 

4  But  sinners  find  their  councils  cross'd  j 
As  chaff  before  the  tempest  flies; 

So  shall  their  hopes  be  blown  and  lost, 
When  the  last  trumpet  shakes  the  skies. 

5  In  vain  the  rebel  seeks  to  stand 
In  judgment  with  the  pious  race  ;' 

The  dreadful  Judge,  with  stern  command., 
Divides  him  to  a  different  place. 

6  "  Strait  is  the  way  my  saints  have  trod, 
"  I  bless'd  the  path,  and  drew  it  plain  ; 

"  But  you  would  choose  the  crooked  road  -y 
"  And  down  it  leads  to  endless  pain." 
PSALM  2.  Short  Metre. 

1  tA/T^^^^  anc*  sovereign  Lord 

-*- ▼  A  Of  heaven,  and  earth,  and  seas, 
Thy  providence  confirms  thy  word, 
And  answers  thy  decrees. 

2  The  things  so  long  foretold 

By  David,  are  fulfill'd  ; 
And  Jens  and  Gentiles  jpzo  to  slay 
Jesus,  thine  holy  Child.] 

3  Why  did  the  Gentiles  rage, 

And  Jens  with  one  accord 
Join  all  their  councils  to  destroy 

Th'  Anointed  of  the  Lord  ? 
i  Rulers  and  Kings  agree 

To  form  a  vain  design  ; 
Against  the  Lord  their  powers  unite, 

Against  his  Christ  they  join. 

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6  PSALM  II. 

5  The  Lord  derides  their  rage, 

And  will  support  his  throne  ; 
He  that  hath  raised  him  from  the  dead, 
Hath  own'd  him  for  his  son. 

PAUSE. 

6  Now  he's  ascended  high, 

To  rule  the  subject  earth  ; 
The  merit  of  his  blood  he  pleads 
And  pleads  his  heavenly  birth 

7  Beneath  his  sovereign  sway 

The  Gentile  nations  bend  ; 
Far  as  the  world's  remotest  bounds, 
His  kingdom  shall  extend. 

8  The  nations  that  rebel, 

Must  feel  his  iron  rod  : 
He'll  vindicate  those  honours  well 
Which  he  received  from  God. 

9  [Be  wise,  ye  rulers,  now, 

And  worship  at  his  throne ; 
With  trembling  joy,  ye  people,  bow 
To  God's  exalted  Son. 

10  If  once  his  wrath  arise, 

Ye  perish  on  the  place  ; 
Then  blessed  is  the  soul  that  flies 
For  refuge  to  his  grace.] 
PSALM  2.  Common  Metre. 

1  TI7HY  did  the  nations  join  to  slay 

V  V     The  Lord's  anointed  Son  ? 
Why  did  they  cast  his  laws  away, 
And  tread  his  gospel  down  ? 

2  The  Lord  that  sits  above  the  skies, 

Derides  their  rage  below, 
Lie  speaks  with  vengeance  in  his  eyes, 
And  strikes  their  spirits  through. 


PSALM  IL  7 

3  "  I  call  him  my  eternal  Son, 

"  And  raise  him  from  the  dead ; 
"  I  make  my  holy  hill  his  throne, 
"  And  wide  his  kingdom  spread. 
i  "  Ask  me,  my  Son,  and  then  enjoy 
"  The  utmost  heathen  lands ; 
"  Thy  rod  of  iron  shall  destroy 
"  The  rebel  that  withstands." 

5  Be  wise,  ye  rulers  of  the  earth, 

Obey  tfV  anointed  Lord  ; 
Adore  the  King  of  heavenly  birth, 
And  tremble  at  his  word. 

6  With  humble  love  address  his  throne, 

For  if  he  frown,  ye  die  : 
Those  are  secure,  and  those  alone 
Who  on  his  grace  rely. 

PSALM  2.  Long  Metre. 

lX  T  THY  did  the  Jews  proclaim  their  rage  ? 
V  V  The  Romans  why  their  swords  employ? 
Against  the  Lord  their  powers  engage, 
His  dear  Anointed  to  destroy  I 

2  "  Come,  let  us  break  his  bands,  they  say, 
"  This  man  shall  never  give  us  law?';'1 
And  thus  they  cast  his  yoke  away, 

And  nail'd  the  Monarch  to  the  cross. 

3  But  God,  who  high  in  glory  reigns, 
Laughs  at  their  pride,  their  rage  controuls  : 
He'll  smite  their  hearts  with  inward  pains, 
And  speak  in  thunder  to  their  souls. 

4  "  I  will  maintain  the  King  I  made 
"  On  Zions  everlasting  hill, 

"  My  hand  shall  bring  him  from  the  dead, 
u  And  he  shall  stand  your  sovereign  still." 


8  PSALM  III. 

5  [His  wond'rous  rising  from  the  earth 
Makes  bis  eternal  Godhead  known  ; 
The  Lord  declares  his  heavenly  birth : 
cc  This  day  have  I  begot  my  Son. 

6  "  ^Ascend,  my  Son,  to  my  right  hand, 
te  There  thou  shalt  ask,  and  I  bestow 
"  The  utmost  bounds  of  heathen  lands  ; 

"  To  thee  their  suppliant  tribes  shall  bow'."] 

7  But  nations  that  resist  his  grace 
Shall  fall  beneath  his  lifted  rod  ; 

His  arm  shall  crush  the  impious  race 
That  dare  provoke  th*  avenging  God. 
PAUSE. 

8  Now  je  that  sit  on  earthly  thrones, 

Be  wise,  and  serve  the  Lord,  the  Lamb  : 
Now  to  his  feet  submit  your  crowns, 
Rejoice  and  tremble  at  his  name. 

9  With  humble  love  address  the  Son, 
Lest  he  grow  angry,  and  ye  die  ; 

His  wrath  will  burn  to  worlds  unknown, 
His  love  gives  life  above  the  sky. 

10  His  storms  shall  quell  the  stubborn  foe9 
And  sink  his  honours  in  the  dust: 
Happy  the  souls,  their  God  that  know, 
And  make  his  grace  their  only  trust. 

PSALM  3.  Common  Metre. 

1  IVT^  ^OC*  k°w  manv  are  m7  fears  I 
i-VA  How  fast  my  foes  increase  ! 
Conspiring  my  eternal  death, 

They  break  my  present  peace. 

2  The  lying  tempter  would  persuade 

There's  no  relief  in  heaven, 
And  all  my  growing  sins  appear 
Too  great  to  be  forgiven. 


PSALM  III.  9 

S   But  thou,  my  glory,  and  my  strength, 
Shalt  on  the  tempter  tread, 
Shalt  silence  all  my  threat 'ning  guilt, 
And  raise  my  drooping  head. 

4  [I  cry'd,  and  from  his  holy  hill 

He  bow'd  a  listening  ear: 
I  call'd  my  Father,  and  my  God, 
And  he  subdu'd  my  Fear. 

5  He  shed  soft  slumbers  on  mine  eyes, 

In  spite  of  all  my  foes; 
I  woke  and  wonder'd  at  the  grace 
That  guarded  my  repose.] 

6  What  tho'  the  hosts  of  death  and  hell 

All  arm'd  against  me  stood  : 
Terrors  no  more  shall  shake  my  soul, 
My  refuge  is  my  God. 

7  Arise,  O  Lord,  fulfil  thy  grace, 

While  I  thy  glory  sing ; 
My  God  has  broke  the  serpent's  teeth, 
And  Death  has  lost  his  sting. 

8  Salvation  to  the  Lord  belongs, 

His  arm  alone  can  save  ; 
Blessings  attend  thy  people  here, 
And  reach  beyond  the  grave. 

PSALM  3.  Ver.  1,  2,  3,  4,  5,  8.  L.  M. 

1  f~\  LORD,  how  many  are  my  foes, 

V>/  In  this  weak  state  of  flesh  and  blood ! 
My  peace  they  daily  discompose, 
But  my  defence  and  hope  is  God. 

2  Tir'd  with  the  burdens  of  the  day, 
To  thee  I  rais'd  an  evening  cry  ; 
Thou  heard'st  when  I  began  to  pray, 
And  thine  almighty  help  was  nigh. 


10  PSALM  IV. 

3  Supported  by  thine  heavenly  aid 
I  laid  me  down  and  slept  secure, 

Not  death  should  make  my  heart  afraid, 
Though  I  should  wake  and  rise  no  more. 

4  But  God  sustain'd  me  all  the  night ; 
Salvation  doth  to  God  belong : 

He  rais'd  my  head  to  see  the  light, 
And  makes  his  praise  my  morning  song. 

PSALM  4.    ],  2,  3,  4,  6,  7.    L.  M. 

J   C^t  ^®^  °f  grace  an(*  righteousness, 
V_/  Hear  and  attend  when  I  complain : 
Thou  hast  enlarg'd  me  in  distress, 
Bow  down  a  gracious  ear  again. 

2  Ye  sons  of  men  in  vain  ye  try 
To  turn  my  glory  into  shame ; 
How  long  will  scoffers  love  to  lie, 
And  dare  reproach  my  Saviour's  name  ? 

3  Know  that  the  Lord  divides  his  saints 
From  all  the  tribes  of  men  beside; 
He  hears  and  pities  their  complaints, 
For  the  dear  sake  of  Christ  that  died. 

I  When  our  obedient  hands  have  done 
A  thousand  works  of  righteousness, 
We  put  our  trust  in  God  alone, 
And  glory  in  his  pard'ning  grace. 

>  Let  the  unthinking  many  say, 

"  Who  will  bestow  some  earthly  good  ?" 
But,  Lord,  thy  light  and  love  we  pray; 
Our  souls  desire  this  heavenly  food. 

>  Then  shall  my  cheerful  powers  rejoice 
At  grace  divine,  and  love  so  great ; 
Nor  will  I  change  my  happy  choice 
For  all  their  wealth  and  boasted  state. 


r5AL,M  V.  11 

PSALM  1,    Ver.  3,4,  5,8.    CM 

1  ORD  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray ;  - 
*^d  I  am  for  ever  thine  ; 

I  fear  before  thee  all  the  day, 
Nor  would  I  dare  to  sin. ' 

2  And  while  I  rest  my  weary  head, 

From  cares  and  business  free, 

'1  is  sweet  conversing  on  my  bed, 

With  my  own  heart  and  thee. 

3  I  pay  this  evening  sacrifice  • 

And  when  my  work  is  done, 
Great  God,  my  faith  and  hope  relies 
Upon  thy  grace  alone. 

4  Thus  with  my  thoughts  compos'd  to  peace, 

I'll  give  mine  eyes  to  sleep  ; 
Thy  hand  in  safety  keeps  my  days, 
And  will  my  slumbers  keep. 
PSALM  5.  Common  Metre. 

1  ^RD'  in  tne  morning  thou  shalt  hear    - 
;*-*  My  voice  ascending  high; 

To  thee  will  I  direct  my  prayer, 

To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye. 

2  Up  to  the  hills  where  Christ  is  gone 

To  plead  for  all  his  saints, 
Presenting  at  his  Father's  throne 
Our  songs  and  our  complaints. 

3  Thou  aft  a  God,  before  whose  sight 

The  wicked  shall  not  stand  • 
Sinners  shall  ne'er  be  thv  delight, 
Nor  dwell  at  thy  right-hand. 
*  But  to  thy  house  will  I  resort, 
To  taste  thy  mercies  there ; 
I  will  frequent  thine  holy  court, 
And  worship  in  thy  fear. 


12  PSALM  VI. 

5  O  may  thy  Spirit  guide  my  feet 

In  ways  ot  righteousness, 
Make  every  path  of  duty  strait, 
And  plain  before  my  face. 
PAUSE, 

6  My  watchful  enemies  combine 

To  tempt  my  feet  astray ; 
They  flatter  with  a  base  design. 
To  make  my  soul  their  prey. 

7  Lord,  crush  the  serpent  in  the  dust, 

And  all  his  plots  destroy ; 
"While  those  that  in  thy  mercy  trust, 
For  ever  shout  for  joy, 

8  The  men  that  love  and  fear  thy  name, 

Shall  see  their  hopes  fulfill'd ; 
The  mighty  God  will  compass  them 
With  favour  as  a  shield. 

PSALM  6.  Common  Metre. 

1  TN  anger,  Lord,  do  not  chastise, 
4  A  Withdraw  the  dreadful  storm  ; 

Nor  let  thine  awful  wrath  arise 
Against  a  feeble  worm. 

2  My  soul  bow'd  down  with  heavy  cares, 

My  flesh  with  pain  oppress'd  ; 
My  couch  is  witness  to  my  tears, 
My  tears  forbid  my  rest. 
S  Sorrow  and  grief  wear  out  my  days  ; 
I  waste  the  night  with  cries, 
And  count  the  minutes  as  they  pass, 
Till  the  slow  morning  rise. 
4  Shall  I  be  still  tormented  more  ? 
My  eyes  eonsum'd  with  grief?  ' 
How  long,  my  God,  how  long  before 
Thine  hand  afford  relief? 


PSALM  VI.  13 

5  Me  hears  his  mourning  children  speak, 

lie  pities  all  our  groans; 
He  saves  us  for  his  mercy's  sake, 
And  heals  our  broken  bones. 

6  The  virtue  of  his  sovereign  word 

Restores  our  fainting  breath  ; 
Tor  silent  graves  praise  not  the  Lord, 
Nor  is  he  known  in  death. 
PSALM  6.  Long  Metre. 

1  T    ORD,  I  can  suffer  thy  rebukes, 
A-iWhen  thou  with  kindness  dost  chastise; 

l*ut  thy  fierce  wrath  I  cannot  bear, 
O  let  it  not  against  me  rise. 

2  Pity  my  languishing  estate, 

And  ease  the  sorrows  that  I  feel ; 

The  wounds  thine  heavy  hand  hath  made, 

O  let  thy  gentler  touches  heal ! 

3  See  how  in  sighs  I  pass  my  days, 
And  waste  in  groans  the  weary  night : 
My  bed  is  water'd  with  my  tears  ; 

My  grief  consumes,  and  dims  my  sight. 

4  Look  how  the  powers  of  nature  mourn  ! 
Mow  long,  Almighty  God,  how  long? 
When  shall  thine  hour  of  grace  return? 
When  shall  I  make  thy  grace  my  song  ? 

5  I  feel  my  flesh  so  near  the  grave, 
My  thoughts  are  tempted  to  despair: 
But  graves  can  never  praise  the  Lord, 
For  ail  is  dust  and  silence  there. 

6  Depart,  ye  tempters,  from  my  soul, 
And  all  despairing  thoughts  depart , 
My  God  who  hears  my  humble  moan, 
Will  ease  my  flesh,  and  cheer  my  heart 

B 


M  PSALM  VII. 

PSALM  7.  Common  Metre. 

1  1VT Y  tmst  is  *n  my  heavenl7  Friend, 
IV  A  My  hope  in  thee,  my  God  j 
Rise,  and  my  helpless  life  defend 

From  those  that  seek  my  blood, 

2  With  insolence  and  fury  they 

My  soul  in  pieces  tear, 
As  hungry  lions  rend  the  prey 
When  no  deliverer's  near. 

3  If  e'er  my  pride  provok'd  them  first, 

Or  once  abus'd  my  foe, 
Then  let  them  tread  my  life  to  dust, 
And  lay  my  honour  low. 
\  If  there  be  malice  found  in  me, 
I  know  thy  piercing  eyes ; 
I  should  not  dare  appeal  to  thee, 
Nor  ask  my  God  to  rise. 
5  Arise,  my  God,  lift  up  thy  hand, 
Their  pride  and  power  controul $ 
Awake  to  judgment,  and  command 
Deliv'rance  for  my  soul. 

PAUSE. 

i  Let  sinners  and  their  wicked  rage 
Be  humbled  to  the  dust : 
Shall  not  the  God  of  truth  engage 
To  vindicate  the  just  ? 

He  knows  the  heart,  he  tries  the  reins, 

He  will  defend  th'  upright : 
His  sharpest  arrows  he  ordains 

Against  the  sons  of  spite. 

Tho'  leagued  in  guile,  their  malice  spread 

A  snare  before  my  way  ; 
Their  mischiefs  on  their  impious  head, 

His  vengeance  shall  repay. 


PSALM  vnr.  bl 

9  That  cruel,  persecuting  race 

Must  feel  his  dreadful  sword  ; 
Awake  mv  soul,  and  praise  the  grace 
And  justice  of  the  Lord. 

PSALM  8.  Short  Metre. 

1  /^\  LORD,  our  heavenly  King, 
v_>/  Thy  name  is  all  divine  ; 

Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  spread, 
And  o'er  the  heavens  they  shine. 

2  When  to  thy  works  on  high 

*I  raise  my  wondering  eyes, 
And  see  the  moon,  complete  in  light, 
Adorn  the  darksome  skies  : 

3  When  I  survey  the  stars 

And  all  their  shining  forms, 
Lord,  what  is  man,  that  worthless  thing, 
Akin  to  dust  and  worms ! 

4  Lord,  what  is  worthless  man, 

That  thou  should'st  love  him  so  ? 
Next  to  thine  Angels  is  he  placed, 
And  Lord  of  all  below. 

5  Thine  honours  crown  his  head, 

While  beasts  like  slaves  obey, 
And  birds  that  cut  the  air  with  wings, 
And  fish  that  cleave  the  sea. 

6  How  rich  thy  bounties  arc  1 

And  wond'rous  are  thy  ways  ; 
Of  dust  and  worms  thy  power  can  frame 
A  monument  of  praise. 

7  [From  mouths  of  feeble  babes 

And  sucklings,  thou  canst  draw 
Surprising  honours  to  thy  name  ! 
And  strike  the  world  with  awe. 


16  PSALM  VIII. 

8  O  Lord,  our  heavenly  King, 
Thy  name  is  all  divine  ; 
Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  spread, 
And  o'er  the  heavens  they  shine.] 

PSALM  8.  Common  Metre. 

"1  (^\  L^RD,  our  Lord,   how  wond'rous 
Vy  Is  thine  exalted  name  !  [great 

The  glories  of  thy  heavenly  state 
Let  men  and  babes  proclaim. 

2  When  I  behold  thy  works  on  high, 

The  moon  that  rules  the  night, 
And  shining  stars  that  grace  the  sky, 
Those  moving  worlds  of  light : 

3  Lord,  what  is  man,  or  all  his  race, 

Who  dwells  so  far  below, 
That  thou  shoukTst  visit  him  with  grace, 
And  love  his  nature  so  ? 

4  That  thine  eternal  Son  should  bear 

To  take  a  mortal  form, 
Made  lower  than  his  Angels  are, 
To  save  a  dying  worm  ! 

5  [Yet  while  he  liv'd  on  earth  unknown, 

And  men  would  not  adore, 
Behold  obedient  nature  own 
His  Godhead  and  his  power. 

6  The  waves  lay  spread  beneath  his  feet ; 

And  fish,  at  his  command, 
Bring  their  large  shoals  to  Peter* s  net, 
Bring  tribute  to  his  hand. 

7  These  smaller  glories  of  the  Son, 

Shone  through  the  fleshly  cloud  ; 
Now  we  behold  him  on  his  throne* 
And  men  confess  him  God;] 


PSALM  VIII.  17 

S  Let  him  With  majesty  be  crown'd. 
Who  bow'd  his  head  to  death  ; 
And  his  eternal  honours  found, 
From  all  things  that  have  breath. 
9  Jesus)  our  Lord,  how  wond'rous  great 
Is  thine  exalted  name  ! 
The  glories  of  thy  heavenly  state 
Let  the  whole  earth  proelaim. 
PSALM  8.  First  Part.  Long  Metre. 

1  A    LMIGHTY  Ruler  of  the  skies, 
JTxThro'the  wide  earth  thy  name  is  spread, 
And  thine  eternal  glories  rise 

O'er  all  the  heavens  thy  hands  have  made. 

2  To  thee  the  voices  of  the  young 
Their  sounding  notes  of  honour  raise  ; 
And  babes  with  uninstructed  tongue 
Declare  the  wonders  of  thy  praise. 

3  Thy  power  assists  their  tender  age 
To  bring  proud  rebels  to  the  ground. 
To  still  the  bold  blasphemer's  rage, 
And  all  their  policies  confound. 

4  Children  amidst  thy  temple  throng 
To  see  their  great  Redeemer's  face  ; 
The  Son  of  David  is  their  song, 
And  loud  Hos annas  fill  the  place. 

5  The  frowning  scribes  and  angry  priests 
In  vain  their  impious  cavils  bring; 
Revenge  sits  silent  in  their  breast, 
While  Jewish  babes  proclaim  their  King. 

PSALM  8.  Second  Part.  Long  Metre. 
1   T    ORD,  what  was  man  when  made  at  first 
JLi  Jclam,  the  offspring  of  the  dust, 
That  thou  should'st  set  him  and  his  race 
But  just  below  an  Angel's  place? 

B  2 


13  I SALM  IX. 

2  That  thou  should'st  raise  his  nature  so» 
And  make  him  lord  of  all  below  ; 
Make  every  beast  and  bird  submit 
And  lay  the  fishes  at  his  feet  ? 

3  But  O  !  what  brighter  glories  wait 
To  crown  the  second  Adam's  state.  ? 
What  honours  shall  thy  Son  adorn, 
Who  condescended  to  be  born  ? 

4  See  him  below  his  Angels  made  ; 
Behold  him  numbered  with  the  dead. 
To  save  a  ruin'd  world  from  sin  ; 
But  he  shall  reign  with  power  divine, 

5  The  world  to  come,  redeem'd  from  all 
The  mis 'ries  that  attend  the  fall, 
New  made  and  glorious,  shall  submit 
At  Our  exalted  Saviour's  feet. 

PSALM  9.    First  Part.    Common  Metre. 

I   TT7ITH  my  whole  heart  I'll  raise  my 
VV     Thy^vonriers  I'll  proclaim,  [song, 
Thou  sov'reign  Judge  of  right  and  wrong 
Wilt  put  thy  foes  to  shame. 
£   I'll  sing  thy  majesty  and  grace  ;> 
My  God  prepares  his  throne 
To  judge  the  world  in  righteousness, 
And  make  bis  vengeance  known 

3  Then  shall  the  Lord  a  refuge  prove 

For  all  the  poor  oppress 'd  •■ 
To  save  the  people  of  his  love, 
And  give  the  weary  rest. 

4  The  men  that  know  thy  name  will  trust 

In  thy  abundant  grace ; 
For  thou  hast  ne'er  forsook  the  just, 
Who  humbly  seek  thy  face. 


PSALM  IX.  t* 

>  Sing  praises  to  the  righteous  Lord, 

Who  dwells  on  Zion's  Hill. 
Who  exeeutes  his  threatening  word, 
Whose  works  his  grace  fulfil. 
PSALM  9.  Ver.  12.  Second  Part.  CM. 

WIIKX  the  great  Judge,  supreme  and 
Shall  once  inquire  lor  blood  ;   [just, 
The  humble  souls  that  mourn  in  du^t 
Shall  find  a  faithful  God. 
I  lie  from  the  dreadful  gates  of  death 
Does  his  own  children  raise  ; 
In  Zio?i's  gates,  with  cheerful  breath, 
They  sing  their  Father's  praise. 

>  I  lis  foes  shall  fall  with  heedless  feet, 

Into  the  pit  they  made ; 
And  sinners  perish  in  the  net 

That  their  own  hands  have  spread. 

(•  Thus  by  thy  judgments,  mighty  God, 
Are  thy  deep  counsels  known, 
When  men  or  mischief  are  destroy 'd 
In  snares  that  were  their  own. 
PAUSE. 
•  The  wicked  shall  sink  down  to  hell ; 
Thy  wrath  devour  the  lands 
That  dare  forget  thee,  or  rebeil; 
Against  thy  known  commands. 
5  Though  saints  tx>  sore  distress  are  brcugh-t, 
And  wait,  and  long  complain,  . 
Their  cries  shall  never  be  forgot, 
Xor  shall  their  hopes  be  vain. 
?   [Rise;  great  redeemer,  from  thy  seat, 
To  judge  and  save  the  poor ; 
Let  nations,  tremble  at  thy  feet, 
And  man  prevail  no  more, 


20  PSALM  X. 

8  Thy  thunder  shall  affright  the  proud, 
And  put  their  hearts  to  pain  ; 
Make  them  confess  that  thou  art  God, 
And  they  but  feeble  men.] 
PSALM  10.  Common  Metre. 
IT^T^HY  doth  the  Lord  depart  so  far  ? 
V  \     And  why  conceal  his  face, 
When  great  calamities  appear, 
And  times  of  deep  distress  ? 

2  Lord,  shall  the  wicked  still  deride 

Thy  justice  and  thy  laws  ? 
Shall  they  advance  their  heads  in  pride, 
And  slight  the  righteous  cause  } 

3  They  cast  thy  judgements  from  their  sight, 

And  then  insult  the  poor  : 
They  boast  in  their  exalted  height, 
That  they  shall  fall  no  more. 

4  Arise,  O  God,  lift  up  thine  hand , 

Attend  our  humble  cry; 
No  enemy  shall  dare  to  stand, 
When  God  ascends  on  high. 
PAUSE. 

5  Why  do  the  men  of  malice  rage, 

And  say,  with  foolish  pnde, 
The  God  of  1  wave  n  will  ne'er  engage 
To  fight  on  Zion\$"  side. 

6  But  thou  forever  art  our  Lord  ; 

And  powerful  is  thine  hand, 
As  when  the  heathens  felt  thy  sword, 
And  perished  from  thy  land. 

7  Thou  wilt  prepare  our  hearts  to  pray, 

And  cause  thine  ear  to  hear ; 

Accept  the  vows  thy  children  pay, 

And  free  thy  saints  from  fear. 


PSALM  XII.  21 

8   Proud  tyrants  shall  no  more  oppress, 
No  more  despise  the  just  ; 
And  mighty  sinners  shall  confess, 
They  are  but  earth  and  dust. 
PSALM  11.  Long  Metre. 

1  ]Y/TY  refuge  is  the  God  of  love  ; 
xVX  Why  do  my  foes  insult  and  cry, 
Fly  like  a  tinirous,  trembling  dove, 

To  distant  woods  or  mountains  fly  ? 

2  If  government  be  once  destroy'd, 
(That  firm  foundation  of  our  peace) 
And  violence  make  justice  void, 
Where  shall  the  righteous  seek  redress? 

3  The  Lord  in  heaven  has  fix'd  his  throne, 
His  eye  surveys  the  world  below ; 

To  him  all  mortal  things  are  known; 
His  eye-lids  search  our  spirits  through. 

4  If  he  afflicts  his  saints  so  far. 

To  prove  their  love  and  try  their  grace, 
What  may  the  bold  transgressors  fear? 
His  soul  abhers  their  wicked  ways. 

5  On  impious  wretches  he  shall  rain 
Sulphureous  flames  of  wasting  death, 
Such  as  he  kindled  on  the  plain 

Of  Sodom,  with  his  angry  breath. 

6  The  righteous  Lord  loves  righteous  souls, 
Whose  thoughts  and  actions  are  sincere, 
And  with  a  gracious  eye  beholds 

The  men  that  his  own'image  bear. 
PSALM  12.  Long  Metre. 
1     A   LMIGHTY  God,  appear  and  save  I 
J^\.  For  vice  and  vanity  prevail : 
The  Godly  perish  in  the  grave, 
The  just  depart,  the  faithful  tail. 


22  PSALM  XII. 

2  The  whole  discourse,  when  crouds  are  met, 
is  fjiTd  with  trifles  loose  and  vain  5 
Their  lips  are  flatt'ry  and  deceit, 

And  their  proud  language  is  profane. 

3  But  lips  that  with  deceit  abound, 
Shall  not  maintain  their  triumph  long : 

nrkC  G°d  0t  veD£"eance  w  confound 
i  he  flattering  and  blaspheming  tongue. 

4  Yet  shall  our  xcords  be  free,  they  crv, 
Our  tongue  shall  be  coiitroutd  by  none: 
Where  is  the  Lord,  zvill  ask  us  zvhj/ 1 
Or  say  our  lips  are  not  our  own  f  ~ 

5  The  Lord,  who  sees  the  poor  opprest, 
And  hears  th'  oppressor's  haughty  strain, 
Will  rise  to  give  his  children  rest, 

Nor  shall  they  trust  his  word  in  vain. 

6  Thy  word,  O  Lord,  though  often  try'd, 
Void  of  deceit  shall  still  appear; 

Not  silver,  seven  times  purify 'd  ; 
From  dross  and  mixture  shines  so  clear, 

7  Thy  grace  shall,  in  the  darkest  hour, 
Defend  from  danger  and  surprise  ; 
ThoJ  when  the  vilest  men  have  power, 
On  every  side  oppressors  rise. 

PSALM  12.  Common  Metre. 

JTJELP,  Lord,  for  men  of  virtue  fail, 
A  A  Religion  loses  ground  ! 
The  sons  of  violence  prevail, 
And  treacheries  abound. 
2  Their  oaths  and  promises  they  break, 
Yet  act  the  flatterer's  part  \ 
With  fair,  deceitful  lips  they  speak. 
And  with  a  double  heart. 


PSALM  XIII.  23 

3  If  we  reprove  some  hatetul  lie, 

They  scorn  our  laithlul  word  : 
Are  not  our  lips  our  oibn  f  they  ctiy3 
And  who  shall  be  our  Lord  ? 

4  Scoffers  appear  on  every  side, 

Where  a  wile  race  of  men 
Is  rais'd  to  seats  of  pow'r  and  pride, 
And  bears  the  sword  in  vain. 
PAUSE. 

5  Lord  when  iniquities  abound, 

And  blasphemy  grows  bold  ; 
When  faith  is  rarely  to  be  found, 
And  love  is  waxing  cold  : 

6  Is  not  thy  charriot  hastening  on  ? 

I  last  thou  not  siven  the  sign  ? 
May  we  not  trust  and  live  upon 
A  promise  so  divine  ? 

7  "  Yes,  saith  the  Lord,  now  will  I  rise, 

"  And  make  th'  oppressors  flee  ; 
"  I  shall  appear  to  their  surprise, 
"  And  set  my  servants  free." 

8  Thy  word,  like  silver  seven  times  try'd, 

Through  a^es  shall  endure  : 
The  men  that  in  thy  truth  confide 
Shall  find  thy  promise  sure. 

PSALM  13.  Common  Metre. 

IT  TOW  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face  ?• 
XJL   My  God,  how  long  delay  ? 
When  shall  I  feel  those  heavenly  rays 
That  chase  my  fears  away  ? 
2  H  nv  long  shall  my  poor  labouring  soul 
Wrestle  and  toil  in  vain  ? 
Thy  word  can  all  my  foes  controul, 
And  ease  my  raging  pair/. 


24  PSALM  XIV. 

3  See  how  the  Prince  of  darkness  tries 

AH  his  malicious  arts; 
He  spreads  a  mist  around  my  eyes, 
And  throws  his  fiery  darts. 

4  Be  thou  my  sun,  and  thou  my  shield, 

My  soul  in  safety  keep  ; 
Make  haste  before  mine  eyes  are  seal'd 
In  death's  eternal  sleep. 

5  How  would  the  tempter  boast  aloud, 

Should  I  become  his  prey  I 
Behold  the  sons  of  hell  grow  proud 
To  see  thy  long  delay. 

6  But  they  shall  fly  at  thy  rebuke, 

'  And  Satan  hide  his  head; 
He  knows  the  terrors  of  thy  look, 
And  hears  thy  voice  with  dread. 

7  Thou  wilt  display  that  sovereign  grace 

Whence  all  my  comforts  spring: 
I  shall  employ  my  lips  in  praise, 
And  thy  salvation  sing. 

PSALM  14.  First  Part.  Common  Metre. 

1  TL^OOLS  in  their  hearts  believe  and  say,  — 
JL      "  That  all  religion's  vain, 

.    "  There  is  no  God  that  reigns  on  high, 
Or  minds  th'  affairs  of  men." 

2  From  thoughts  so  dreadful  and  profane 

Corrupt  discourse  proceeds ; 
And  in  their  impious  hands  are  found 
Abominable  deeds. 

3  The  Lord,  from  his  celestial  throne 

Look'd  down  on  things  below, 
To  find  the  man  that  sought  his  grace, 
Or  did  his  justice  know. 


PSALM  XV. 

4  By  nature  all  are  gone  astray, 

Their  praetice  all  the  same  ; 
There's  none  that  fears  his  Maker's  hand, 
There's  none  that  loves  his  name. 

5  Their  tongues  are  us'd  to  speak  deceit, 

Their  slanders  never  eease  : 
How  swift  to  mischief  are  their  feet! 
Nor  know  the  paths  of  peace. 

6  Such  seeds  of  sin  (that  bitter  root) 

In  every  heart  are  found ; 
Nor  can  they  bear  diviner  fruit, 
Till  grace  refine  the  ground. 
PSALM  14.  Second  Part.  C.  M. 

1  A   RE  sinners  now  so  senseless  grown 
Jr\  That  they  the  saints  devour? 
And  never  worship  at  thy  throne, 

Nor  fear  thine  awful  power? 

2  Great  God,  appear  to  their  surprise, 

Reveal  thy  dreadful  name; 
Let  them  no  more  thy  wrath  despise, 
Nor  turn  our  hope  to  shame. 

3  Dost  thou  not  dwell  among  the  just  ? 

And  yet  our  foes  deride, 
That  we  should  make  thy  name  our  trust: 

Great  God,  confound  their  pride. 
*-  Ob  !  that  the  joyful  day  was  come 

To  finish  our  distress  ! 
When  God  shall  bring  his  children  home. 

Our  songs  shall  never  cease. 

PSALM  15.  Common  Metre. 
1   T^f7HO  shall  inhabit  in  thy  hill, 
V  V     O  God  of  holiness  r 
"Whom  will  the  Lord  admit  to  dwell 
So  near  his  throne  of  grace  ? 
c 


26  PSALM  XV. 

2  The  man  that  walks  in  pious  ways. 

And  works  with  righteous  hands : 
That  trusts  his  Maker's  promis'd  grace. 
And  follows  his  commands. 

3  He  speaks  the  meaning  of  his  heart, 

Nor  slanders  with  his  tongue  -y 
Will  scarce  believe  an  ill  report, 
Nor  do  his  neighbour  wrong. 

4  The  wealthy  sinner  he  contemns, 

Loves  all  that  fear  the  Lord ; 
And  tho'  to  his  own  hurt  he  swears, 
Still  he  performs  his  word; 

5  His  hands  disdain  a  golden  bribe, 

And  never  wrong  the  poor : 
This  man  shall  dwell  with  God  on  earth, 
And  find  his  heaven  secure. 

PSALM  15.  Long  Metre. 

1   \A7^^  S^a11  ascend  ^y  heavenly  place, 
V  V  Great  God,and  dwell  before  thy  face? 
The  man  that  minds  religion  now, 
And  humbly  walks  with  God  below  : 

2  Whosehandsare pure,  whose  heartisclean  ; 
Whose  lips  still  speak  the  thing  they  mean ; 
No  slanders  dwell  upon  his  tongue ; 

He  hates  to  do  his  neighbour  wrong. 

3  [Scarce  will  he  trust  an  ill  report, 
Or  vent  it  to  his  neighbour's  hurt  ; 
Sinners  of  state  he  can  despise, 

But  saints  are  honoured  in  his  eyes.] 

4  [Firm  to  his  word  he  ever  stood, 
And  always  makes  his  promise  good ; 
Nor  dare  to  change  the  thing  he  swears. 
Whatever  pain  or  loss  he  bears.] 


PSALM  XVI.  27 

5  [Tie  never  deals  in  bribihg  gold, 

And  mourns  that  justice  should  be  sold  : 
While  others  scorn  and  wrong  the  poor, 
Sweet  charity  attends  his  door.] 

6  He  loves  his  enemies,  and  prays 
For  those  that  curse  him  to  his  face; 
And  doth  to  all  men  still  the  same 
That  he  would  hope  or  wish  from  thena* 

7  Yet,  when  his  holiest  works  are  done, 
His  soul  depends  on  grace  alone : 
This  is  the  man  thy  face  shall  see, 
And  dwell  forever,  Lord,  with  thee. 

PSALM  16.  First  Part.   Long  Metre. 

1  T)RESERVE  me,  Lord,  in  time  of  need, 
A     For  succour  to  thy  throne  I  flee, 
But  have  no  merits  there  to  plead ; 

My  goodness  cannot  reach  to  thee. 

2  Oft  have  my  heart  and  tongue  confest 
How  empty  and  how  poor  I  am  , 
My  praise  can  never  make  thee  blest ; 
Nor  add  new  glories  to  thy  name. 

3  Yet,  Lord,  thy  saints  on  earth  may  reap 
Some  profit  by  the  good  we  do ; 
These  are  the  company  I  keep, 

These  are  the  choicest  friends  I  know. 

4  Let  others  choose  the  sons  of  mirth 
To  give  a  relish  to  their  wine, 

I  love  the  men  of  heavenly  birth, 
Whose  thoughts  and  language  are  divine. 
PSALM  16.  Second  Part.  Long  Metre. 
1    TTOW  fast  their  guilt  and  sorrows  rise, 
XX  Who  haste  to  seek  some  idol-god ! 
I  Will  not  taste  their  sacrifice, 
Their  offerings  of  forbidden  blood. 


28  PSALM  XVI. 

2  My  God  provides  a  richer  cup, 
And  nobler  food  to  live  upon  ; 
He  for  my  life  has  offered  up 
Jesus,  his  best  beloved  son. 

3  His  love  is  my  perpetual  feast; 

By  day  his  counsels  guide  me  right: 
And  be  his  name  forever  blest. 
Who  gives  me  sweet  advice  by  night. 

4  I. set  him  still  before  mine  eyes; 

At  my  right-hand  he  stands  prepared 
To  keep  my  soul  from  all  surprise,. 
And  be  my  everlasting  guard. 
PSALM  16,  Third  Part.  Long  Metre. 
1  T  71" THEN  God  is  nigh  my  faith  is  strong, 
V  V  His  arm  is  my  almighty  prop : 
Be  glad  my  heart,  rejoice  my  tongue, 
My  dying  flesh  shall  rest  in  hope. 
•  2  Though  in  the  dust  I  lay  my  head, 

Yet,  gracious  God,  thou  wilt  not  leave  : 
My  soul  forever  with  the  dead, 
Nor  lose  thy  children  in  the  grave, 

3  My  flesh  shall  thy  first  call  obey, 
Shake  off  the  dust  and  rise  on  high  ; 
Then  shalt  thou  lead  the  wond'rOus  way 
Lip  to  the  throne  above  the  sky. 

4  There  streams  of  endless  pleasure  flow; 
And  full  discoveries  of  thy  grace 
(Which  we  but  tasted  here  below) 
Spread  heavenly  joys  through  all  the  place. 

PSALM  16.  1—8.  First  Part.  Com.  Metre, 
*m>  1    O  AVE  me,  O  Lord,  from  every  foe ; 
O  In  thee  my  trust  I  place, 
Though  all  the  good  that  I  can  do 
Can  .ne'er  deserve  thy  grace. 


PSALM  XVI.  2S 

2  Yet,  if  my  God  prolong  my -breath, 

The  saints  may  still  rejoice  ; 
The  saints,  the  glory  of  the  earth, 
The  people. of  my  choice. 

3  Let  heathens  to  their  idols  haste, 

And  worship  wood  or  stone  -y 
But  my  delightful  lot  is  cast 
Where  the  true  God  is  known. 

4  His  hand  provides  my  constant  food, 

He  fills  my  daily  cup ; 
Much  am  I  pleas'd  with  present  good, 
But  more  rejoice  in  hope. 

5  God  is  my  portion  and  my  joy; 

His  counsels  are  my  light ; 
He  gives  me  sweet  advice  by  day, 
And  gentle  hints  by  night. 

6  My  soul  would  all  her  thoughts  approve 

To  his  all-seeing  eye  ; 
Not  death  nor  hell  m)  hope  shall  move 
While  such  a  friend  is  nigh. 

PSALM  16.  Second  part.  Common  Metre. 

—  1   "  T  SET  the  Lord  before  my  face, 
Jl  "  He  bears   my  courage  up  ; 
"  My  heart,  my  tongue,  their  joy  express, 
"  My  flesh  shall  rest  in  hope. 

2  "  My  spirit,  Lord,  thou  wilt  not  leave 

"  Where  souls  departed  are ; 
"  Nor  quit  my  body  to  the  grave 
"  To  see  corruption  there. 

3  "  Thou  wilt  reveal  the  path  of  life, 

"  And  raise  me  to  thy  throne ; 
"  Thy  courts  immortal  pleasure  give; 
6  Thy  presence  joys  unknown." 

C  2 


30  PSALM  XVII. 

4  [Thus  in  the  name  of  Christ  the  Lord, 

The  holy  David  sung, 
And  Providence  fulfils  the  word 
Of  his  prophetic  tongue. 

5  Jesus,  whom  every  saint  adores, 

Was  crucifi'd  and  slain ; 
Behold,  the  tomb  its  prey  restores, 
Behold,  he  lives  again  ! 

6  When  shall  my  feet  arise  and  stand 

On  heavenV  eternal  hills  ? 
There  sits  the  Son  at  God's  right  hand, 
And  there  the  Father  smiles.] 

PSALM  17.  Ver.   13,  &c.  Short  Metre 

1  A   RISE,  my  gracious  God, 
±\.  And  make  the  wicked  flee  ; 
They  are  but  thy  chastising  rod 

To  drive  thy  saints  to  thee. 

2  Behold  the  sinner  dies, 

His  haughty  words  are  vain; 
Here  in  this  life  his  pleasure  lies, 
And  all  beyond  is  pain. 

3  Then  let  his  pride  advance, 

And  boast  of  all  his  store; 
The  Lord  is  my  inheritance, 
My  soul  can  wish  no  more, 

4  I  shall  behold  the  face 

Of  my  forgiving  God ; 
And  stand  complete  in  righteousness, 
Wash'd  in  my  Saviour's  blood. 

5  There's  a  new  heaven  begun 

When  I  awake  from  death, 

Drest  in  the  likeness  of  thy  Son, 

And  draw  immortal  breath, 


PSALM  XVIII.  Si 

PSALM  17.  Long  Metre. 

1  T    ORD,  I  am  thine;  but  thou  wilt  prove 
JLrf  My  faith,  my  patience,  and  my  love ; 
When  men  of  spite  against  me  join, 
They  are  the  sword,  the  hand  is  thine. 

'2  Their  hope  and  portion  lie  below ; 
'Tis  all  the  happiness  they  know  ; 
'Tis  all  they  seek,  they  take  their  shares, 
And  leave  the  rest  among  their  heirs. 

3  AVhat  sinners  value,  I  resign  jj 
Lord  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine ; 
I  shall  behold  thy  blissful  face, 

And  stand  complete  in  righteousness. 

4  This  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  show ; 
But  the  bright  world  to  which  I  go, 
Hath  joys  substantial  and  sincere; 
When  shall  I  wake  and  find  me  there  ? 

5  O  glorious  hour  !  O  blest  abode  ! 

I  shall  be  near,  and  like  my  God  ; 
And  flesh  and  sin  no  more  controul 
The  sacred  pleasure  of  the  soul. 

6  My  flesh  shall  slumber  in  the  ground. 
Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound  : 
Then  burst  the  chains  with  sweet  surprise, 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rise. 
PSALM  18.  First  Part.  Long  Metre. 

1  rT^HEE  will  I  love,  O  Lord,  my  strength, 

JL  My  rock,  my  tower,  my  high  defence  > 
Thy  mighty  arm  shall  be  my  trust, 
For  I  have  found  salvatiou  thence. 

2  Death,  and  the  terrors  of  the  grave. 
Stood  round  me  with  their  dismal  shade : 
While  floods  of  high  temptation  rose, 
And  made  my  sinking  soul  afraid. 


32  PSALM  XVIII. 

3  I  saw  the  opening  gates  of  hell, 
With  endless  pains  and  sorrows  there, 
(Which  none  but  they  that  feel  can  tell} 
While  I  was  hurried  to  despair. 

4  In  my  distress  I  call'd  to  god, 

"When  I  could  scarce  believe  him  mine ; 
He  bow'd  his  ear  to  my  complaint, 
And  prov'd  his  saving  grace  divine. 

5  [With  speed  he  flew  to  my  relief, 
As  on  a  cherub's  wing  he  rode  ; 
Awful,  and  bright  as  lightning,  shone 
The  face  of  my  deliverer,  God. 

6  Temptations  fled  at  his  rebuke, 
The  blast  of  his  almighty  breath  : 
He  sent  salvation  from  on  high, 

And  drew  me  from  the  deeps  of  death] 

7  Great  were  my  fears,  my  foes  were  great* 
Much  was  their  strength,  &  more  their  ra°-e; 
But  Christ,  my  Lord,  is  conqueror  stiU, 
In  all  the  wars  the  proud  can  wage. 

8  My  song  forever  shall  record 
That  terribleT^h  at  joyful  hour; 
And  give  the  glory  to  the  Lord 
Due  to  his  mercy  and  his  power. 

PSALM  18.  Second  Part.  L.  M. 

1  1  ORD,  thou  hast  seen  my  soul  sincere, 
A— 4  Hast  made  thy  truth  and  love  appear; 
Before  mine  eyes  I  set  thy  laws, 

And  thou  has  own'd  my  righteous  cause. 

2  Since  I  have  iearn'd  thy  holy  ways, 
I've  walk'd  upright  before  thy  face  : 
Or  if  my  feet  did  e'er  depart, 

Thy  love  reclaim'd  my  wandering  heart, 


PSALM  XVIII.  33 

3  What  sore  temptations  broke  my  rest ! 
What  wars  and  stragglings  in  my  breast  I 
But  through  thy  grace  that  reigns  within, 
I  guard  against  my  darling  sin. 

4  That  sin  that  close  besets  me  still, 
That  works  and  strives  against  my  will; 
When  shall  thy  spirit's  sov'reign  power 
Destroy  it,  that  it  rise  no  more? 

5  With  an  impartial- hand,  the  Lord 
Deals  out  to  mortals  their  reward  ; 
The  kind  and  faithful  souls  shall  find 
A  God  as  faithful  and  as  kind. 

6  And  men  that  love  revenge  shall  know, 
God  hath  an  arm  of  vengeance  too  : 
The  just  and  poor  shall  ever  say, 

Thou  art  more  pure,  more  just  than  they. 

PSALM  18.  Third  Part.  Long  Metre. 

1  TUST  are  thy  ways,  and  true  thy  word, 
J    Great  Rock  of  my  secure  abode  : 
Who  is  a  God  beside  the  Lord  ? 

Or  where's  a  refuge  like  our  God  ? 

2  'Tishe  that  girds  me  with  his  might, 
Gives  me  his  holy  sword  to  wield  ; 
And,  while  with  sin  and  hell  I  fight, 
Spreads  his  salvation  for  my  shield. 

3  He  lives,  and  blessings  crown  his  reign, 
The  God  of  my  salvation  lives  ; 

The  dark  designs  of  hell  are  vain, 
While  heavenly  peace  my  Father  gives. 

4  Before  the  scoffers  of  the  age, 

I  will  exalt  my  Father's  name ; 

Nor  tremble  at  their  mighty  rage, 

But  meet  reproach  and  bear  the  shame, 


z*  PSALM  XVIII. 

5  To  David  and  his  royal  seed 
Thy  grace  for  ever  shall  extend ; 
I  hy  love  to  saints,  in  Christ  their  head 
Knows  not  a  limit,  nor  an  end. 

PSALM  18.  First  Part.  Common  Metre. 

1  WE  l0Ve  thee  Lord>  and  we  ad°re, 
*  V     Now  is  thine  arm  reveal'd ; 
Thou  art  our  strength,  our  heavenly  towr, 
Our  bulwark  and  our  shield. 

2  We  fly  to  our  eternal  Rock, 

And  find  a  sure  defence  ; 
His  holy  name  our  lips  invoke, 
And  draw  salvation  thence. 

3  When  God,  our  leader,  shines  in  arms, 

What  mortal  heart  can  bear 
The  thunder  of  his  loud  alarms  ? 
The  lightning  of  his  spear? 
\  He  rides  upon  the  winged  wind, 
And  angels  in  array. 
In  millions  wait  to  know  his  mind, 

And  swift  as  flames  obey. 
He  speaks,  and  at  his  fierce  rebuke 

Whole  armies  are  dismay'd; 
His  voice,  his  frown,  his  angry  look 

Strikes  all  their  courage  dead. 
He  forms  our  generals  for  the  field 

With  all  their  dreadful  skill : 
Gives  them  his  awful  sword  to  wield 

And  makes  their  hearts  of  steel. 
Oft  has  the  Lord  whole  nations  blest 

For  his  own  church's  sake  ; 
The  powers  that  give  his  people  rest, 
Shall  of  his  care  partake. 


PSALM  XIX.  35 

PSALM  18.  Second  Part.  Common  Metre. 
I   HPO  thine  almighty  arm  we  owe 
-A-     The  triumphs  of  the  day ; 
Thy  terrors,  Lord,  confound  the  foe, 
And  melt  their  strength  away. 

2  Tis  by  thy  aid  our  troops  prevail, 

And  break  united  powers; 
Or  burn  their  boasted  fleets,  or  scale 
The  proudest  of  their  towers. 

3  How  have  we  chas'd  them  through  the  field, 

And  trod  them  to  the  ground  ; 
While  thyTsalvation  was  our  shield, 
But  they  no  shelter  found  ! 

4  In  vain  to  idol  saints  they  cry, 

^And  perish  in  their  blood ; 
Where  is  a  rock  so  great,  so  high, 
So  powerful,  as  our  God  ? 

5  The  God  of  Israel  ever  lives  $ 

His  name  be  ever  blest ; 
'Tis  his  own  arm  the  vict'ry  gives, 
And  gives  his  people  rest. 

PSALM  19.  First  Part.  Short  Metre. 

1  T3EHOLD  the  lofty  sky 
-L)  Declares  its  maker,  God  ! 
And  all  the  starry  works  on  high 

Proclaim  his  power  abroad. 

2  The  darkness  and  the  light 

Still  keep  their  course  the  same , 
While  night  to  day,  and  day  to  night, 
Divinely  teach  his  name.  r 

3  In  ev'ry  different  land 

Their  general  voice  is  known  ; 
They  show  the  wonders  of  his  hand, 
And  orders  of  his  throne. 


36  PSALM  XIX. 

4  Ye  christian  lands,  rejoice, 

Here  he  reveals  his  word; 
We  are^not  left  to  Nature's  voice 
To  bid  us  know  the  Lord. 

5  His  statutes  and  commands 

Are  set  before  our  eyes ; 
He  puts  his  gospel  in  our  hands, 
Where  our  salvation  lies. 

6  His  laws  are  just  and  pure, 

His  trnth  without  deceit; 
His  promises  for  ever  sure, 
And  his  rewards  are  great. 

7  [Not  honey  to  the  taste 

Affords  so  mmch  delight ; 
Nor  gold  that  has  the  furnace  pass'd 
So  much  allures  the  sight. 

8  While  of  thy  works  I  sing, 

Thy  glory  to  proclaim  ; 
Accept  the  praise,  my  God,  my  King, 
In  my  Redeemer's. name.] 

PSALM  19.  Second  Part.  Short  Metre. 

1  T3EHOLD  the  morning  sun 
JO  Begins  his  glorious  way  ; 

His  beams  through  all  the  nations  run, 
And  life  and  light  convey. 

2  But  where  the  gospel  comes, 

It  spreads  diviner  light ; 
It  calls  dead  sinners  from  their  tombs, 
And  gives  the  blind  their  sight. 

3  How  perfect  is  thy  word  ! 

And  all  thy  judgments  just ; 
For  ever  sure  thy  promise,  Lord, 
And  men  securely  trust. 


PSALM  XIX  's~ 

4r  My  gracious  God,  how  plain 
Are  thy  directions  given  ? 
Oh  may  I  never  read  in  vain, 
But  find  the  path  to  heaven ! 
PAUSE. 

5  I  heard  thy  word  with  love, 

And  I  would  fain  obey  : 
Send  thy  good  Spirit  from  above 
To  guide  me  lest  I  stray. 

6  Oh  !  who  can  ever  find 

•  The  errors  of  his  ways  ? 
Yet,  with  a  bold,  presumptuous  mind, 
I  would  not  dare  transgress. 

7  Warn  me  of  every  sip, 

Forgive  my  secret  faults; 
And  cleanse  this*  guilty  soul  of  mine, 
Whose  crimes  exceed  my  thoughts. 
S  While  with  my  heart  and  tongue 
I  spread  thy  praise  abroad  ; 
Accept  the  worship  and  the  song, 
My  Saviour  and  my  God. 

PSALM  19.  Long  Metre. 
^HE  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord  ; 
-Jl     In  every  star  thy  goodness  shines  : 
Bat  when  our  eyes  behold  thy  word, 
We  read  thy  name  in  fairer  lines. 
2  The  rolling  sun,  the  changing  Tight, 
And  nights  and  days  thy  power  confess; 
But  the  blest  volume  thgu  hast  writ, 
Reveals  thy  justice  and  thy  grace. 
o  Sun,  moon,  and  stars  convev  thy  praise 
Kound  the  whole  earth,  and  never  stand  ; 
^o  when  thy  truth  began  its  race, 
it  touch'd  and  glanc'd  on  every  land. 


3S  PSALM  XIX. 

4  Nor  shall  thy  spreading  gospel  rest 

Till  through  the  world  thy  truth  has  run  ; 
Till  Christ  has  all  the  nations  blest, 
That  see  the  light,  or  feel  the  sun. 

5  Great  Sun  of  Righteousness,  arise, 
Bless  the  dark  world  with  heavenly  light; 
Thy  gospel  makes  the  simple  wise, 

Thy  laws  are  pure,  thy  judgments  right, 

6  Thy  noblest  wonders  here  we  view, 
In  souls  renew'd  and  sins  forgiven ; 
Lord,  cleanse  my  sins,  my  soul  renew, 
And  make  thy  word  my  guide  to  heaven. 

PSALM  19.  To  the  Tune  of  the  1 13th  Psalm. 

1  f^  RE  AT  God,the  heaven's  well-order 'd~~ 
VXDeclares  the  glories  of  thy  name,  [frame 

There  thy  rich  works  of  wonder  shine ; 
A  thousand  starry  "beauties  there, 
A  thousand  radiant  marks  appear 

Or  boundless  power,  and  skill  divine. 

2  From  night  to  day,  from  day  to  night, 
The  dawning  and  the  dying  light, 

Lectures  of  heavenly  wisdom  read  : 
With  silent  eloquence  they  raise 
Our  thoughts  to  our  Creator's  praise, 

And  neither  sound  nor  language  need. 

3  Yet  their  divine  instructions  run 
Far  as  the  journies  of  the  sun, 

And  every  nation  knows  their  voice : 
The  sun,  like  some  young  bridegroom  drest, 
Breaks  from  the  chambers  of  the  east, 

Rolls  round,  and  makes  the  earth  rejoice, 

4  Where'er  he  spreads  his  beams  abroad, 
He  smiles,  and  speaks  his  maker,  God: 

All  nature  joins  to  show  thy  praise. 


PSALM  XX. 

Thns  God  in  every  creature  shines  ; 
Fair  is  the  book  of  Nature's  lines  ; 
the  book 

PAUSE. 


Bat  fairer  is  the  book  ot  grace. 


—  j  I  love  the  volumes  of  thy  wore! ; 

What  light  and  joy  those  leaves  afford 

To  souls  benighted  and  distrest! 
Thy  precepts  guide  my  doubtful  way, 
Thy  fear  forbids  my  feet  to  stray, 

Thy  promise  leads  my  heart  to  rost. 

6  From  the  discoveries  of  thy  law 
The  perfect  rules  of  life  I  draw; 

These  are  my  study  and  delight : 
Not  honey  so  invites  the  taste, 
Nor  geld  that  hath  the  furnace  past, 

Appears  so  pleasing  to  the  sight. 

7  Thy  threat'nings  wake  my  slumb'ring  eyes, 
'  And  warn  me  where  my  danger  lies; 

But  'tis  thy  blessed  gospel,  Lord, 
That  makes  my  guilty  conscience  clean, 
Converts  my  soul,  subdues  my  sin, 

And  gives  a  free,  but  large  reward. 

8  Who  knows  the  errors  of  his  thougts  ? 
My  God,  forgive  my  secret  faults, 

And  from  presumptuous  sins  restrain  ; 
Accept  my  poor  attempts  of  praise, 
That  I  have  read  thy  book  or  grace 

And  book  of  nature  not  in  vain. 

PSALM  20.  Long  Metre. 

1   IVT^W  mav  the  God  of  power  and  grace 
X^l    Attend  his  people's  humble  cry  ! 
Jehovah  hears  when  Israel  prays, 
And  brings  d  liv'rance  from  on  high, 


iO  PSALM  XXI. 

2  The  name  of  Jacob's  God  defends, 
When  bucklers  fail  and  brazen  walls : 
He  from  his  sanctuary  sends 
Succour  and  strength  when  Zion  calls. 

3  Well  he  remembers  all  our  sighs, 
His  love  exceeds  our  best  deserts; 
His  love  accepts  the  sacrifice 

Of  humble  groans  and  broken  hearts. 

4  In  his  salvation  is  our  hope, 
And  in  the  name  of  Israel's  God 
Our  troops  shall  lift  their  banners  ud, 
Our  natives  spread  their  flags  abroad'. 

5  Some  trust  in  horses  trained  for  Avar, 
And  some  of  chariots  make  their  boasts: 
Our  surest  expectations  are 

From  thee,  the  Lord  of  heavenly  hosts. 

6  [O  may  the  mem'ry  of  thy  name 
Inspire  our  armies  for  the  fight! 

Our  foes  shall  fall  and  die  with  shame, 
Or  quit  the  field  with  coward  flight.]  ' 
S  Now  save  us,  Lord,  from  slavish  feaiy 
Now  hi  our  hopes  be  firm  and  strong 
Till  thy  salvation  shall  appear, 
And  joy  and  triumph  raise  the  song. 

PSALM  21.  Common  Metre. 

1  TN  thee,  great  God,  with  songs  of  praise, 
A  Our  favour'd  realms  rejoice  ; 

And,  blest  with  thy  salvation,  raise 
To  heaven  their  cheerful  voice. 

2  Thy  sure  defence,  through  nations  round, 

Math  spread  our  rising  name, 

And  all  our  feeble  efforts  crown'd 

With  freedom  and  with  fame. 


PSALM  XXI.  il 

3   In  deep  distress  our  injur'd  land 
Implor'd  thy  power  to  save  ; 
For  life  we  pray  d  ;  thy  bounteous  hand 
The  timely  blessing  gave. 
I  Thy  mighty  arm,  eternal  Power, 
Oppos'd  their  deadly  aim, 
In  mercy  swept  them  from  our  shore, 
And  spread  their  sails  with  shame. 

5  0:i  thee,  in  wTant,  in  woe  or  pain, 

Our  hearts  alone  rely  ; 
Our  rights  thy  mercy  will  maintain, 
And  all  our  wants  supply. 

6  Thus,  Lord,  thy  wond'rous  power  declare,, 

And  still  exalt  thy  fame  ; 
While  we  glad  songs  of  praise  prepare, 
For  thine  almighty  name. 

PSALM  21.   1—9.  Long  Metre. 

1  TA  AVID  rejoie'd  in  God  his  strength, 
JL>/Rais'd  to  the  throne  by  special  grace, 
But  Christ,  the  son,  appears  at  length, 
Fulfils  the  triumph  and  the  praise. 

2  Flow  great  the  blest  Messiah's  joy 
In  the  salvation  of  thy  hand  ! 
Lord,thou  has  raised  his  kingdom  high, 
And  given  the  world  to  his  command. 

3  Thy  goodness  grants  whate'er  he  will, 
Nor  doth  the  least  request  withhold  : 
Blessings  of  love  prevent  him  still, 
And  crowns  of  glory,  not  of  gold. 

4  Flonour  and  majestv  divine 
Around  his  sacred  temples  shine 
Blest  with  the  favour  of  thy  face. 
And  length  of  everlasting  days. 

D  2 


*$  PSALM  XXII. 

5  Thine  hand  shall  find  out  all  his  foes  ; 
And  as  a  fiery  oven  glows 
With  raging  heat  an^  living  coals, 
So  shall  thy  wrath  devour  their  souls. 

!>S4T^™,  I~16*  FIrst  Part'  Com-  Metre. 
VV  my  God  my  soul  forsook, 

V  V     Nor  will  a  smile  afford  ? 
(Thus  David  once  in  anguish  spoke, 
And  thus  our  dying  Lord.) 

2  Though  'tis  thy  chief  delight  to  dwell 

Among  thy  praising  saints, 
Yet  thou  canst  hear  our  groan  as  well, 
And  pity  our  complaints. 

3  Our  fathers  trusted  in  thy  name, 

And  great  deliverance  found  : 
But  I'm  a  worm,  despis'd  of  men, 
And  trodden  to  the  ground. 

4  With  shaking  head  they  pass  me  by, 

And  laugh  my  soul  to  scorn  : 
In  vain  he  trusts  in  God,  they  cry, 
Neglected  and  forlorn. 

5  But  thou  art  he  who  form'd  my  flesh, 

By  thine  almighty  word  • 
And  since  I  hung  upon  the  breast 

My  hope  is  in  the  Lord. 
>  Why  will  my  father  hide  his  face 

When  foes  stand  threat'ning  round, 
In  the  dark  hour  of  deep  distress, 

And  not  an  helper  found  ? 

PAUSE. 

1  Behold  thy  darling  left  among 
The  cruel  and  the  proud, 
By  foes  encompass'd  fierce  and  strong, 
As  lions  roaring  loud. 


PSALM  XXII.  43 

8  From  earth  and  hell  my  sorrows  meet, 

To  multiply  the  smart; 
They  nail  my  hands,  they  pierce  my  feet, 
And  try  to  vex  my  heart. 

9  Yet  if  thy  sovereign  hand  let  loose 

The  rage  of  earth  and  hell, 
Why  will  my  heavenly  Father  bruise 
The  son  he  loves  so  well? 

10  My  God,  if  possible  it  be, 

Withold  this  bitter  cup  ; 
But  I  resign  my  will  to  thee, 
And  drink  the  sorrows  up. 

1 1  My  heart  dissolves  with  pangs  unknown, 

In  groans  I  waste  my  breath ; 
Thy  heavy  hand  has  brought  me  down, 
Low  as  the  dust  of  death. 

12  Father,  I  give  my  spirit  up, 

And  trust  it  in  thy  hand  ; 
My  dying  flesh  shall  rest  in  hope, 
And  rise  at  thy  command. 

PSALM  22.  Second  Part.  Common  Metre, 

1  "  "T^TOW  from  the  roaring  lion's  rage, 

L\    "  O  Lprd,  protect  thy  Son, 
"  Nor  leave  thy  darling  to  engage 
"  The  power  of  hell  alone/' 

2  Thus  did  our  suffering  Saviour  prav 

With  mighty  cries  and  tears; 
God  heard  him  in  that  dreadful  day, 
And  chas'd  away  his  fears. 

3  Great  was  the  vict'rv  of  his  death, 

His  throne  exalted  high  ; 
And  all  the  kindreds  of  the  earth 
Shall  worship  or  shall  die. 


44  PSALM  XXII. 

4  A  num'rous  offspring  must  arise 

From  his  expiring  groans ; 
They  shall  be  reckon'd  in  his  eyes 
For  daughters  and  for  sons. 

5  The  meek  and  humble  souls  shall  see 

His  table  richly  spread  ; 
And  all  that  seek  the  Lord  shall  be 
With  joys  immortal  fed. 

6  The  isles  shall  know  the  righteousness 

Of  our  incarnate  God, 
And  nations  yet  unborn  profess 
Salvation  in  his  blood. 

PSALM  22.  Long  Metre. 

1  1\F^^  *et  0ur  mournm*  songs  record 
ll    The  dying  sorrows  of  our  Lord, 
When  he  complain'd  in  tears  and  blood, 
As  one  forsaken  of  his  God. 

2  The  Jetvs  behold  him  thus  forlorn, 

And  shake  their  heads  and  laugh  in  scorn  ; 
"  He  rescued  others-  from  the  gravea 
"  Now  let  him  try  himself  to  save. 

3  "  This  is  the  man  did  once  pretend 

"  God  was  his  Father  and  his  friend  ! 

Ci  If  God  the  blessed  lov'd  him  so, 

"  Why  doth  he  fail  to  help  him  now  r" 

4  Oh  savage  people  !  cruel  priests  ! 

How  they  stood  round  like  raging  beasts ; 

Likejions  gaping  to  devour, 

When  God  had  left  him  in  their  power, 

5  They  wound  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 
Till  streams  of  blood  each  other  meet  -, 
By  lot  his  garments  they  divide, 

And  mock  the  pangs  in  which  he  died> 


PSALM  XXIIT.  45 

6  But  God  his  hither  heard  his  cry; 

Rais'd  from  the  dead  he  reigns  on  high  : 
The  nations  learn  his  righteousness, 
And  humble  sinners  taste  his  grace. 

PSALM  23.  Long  Metre. 

1 1   ]\/TY  shepherd  is  the  living  Lord  ; 

x\  JL  Now  shall  my  wants  be  well  supply 'd; 
His  providence  and  holy  word 
Become  my  safety  and  my  guide. 

2  In  pastures  where  salvation  grows 

He  makes  me  ked,  he  makes  me  rest ; 
There  living  water  gently  flows, 
And  all  the  food  divinely  blest. 

3  My  wand'ring  feet  his  ways  mistake  ; 
But  he  restores  my  soul  to  peace, 
And  leads  me,  for  his  mercy's  sake, 
In  the  fair  paths  of  righteousness. 

4  Though  I  walk  through  the  gloomy  vale, 
Where  death  and  all  its  terrors  are, 

My  heart  and  hope  shall  never  fail, 
For  God,  my  shepherd's  with  me  there. 

5  Amidst  the  darkness  and  the  deeps 
Thou  art  my  comfort,  thou  my  stay  ; 
Thy  staff  supports  my  feeble  steps, 
Thy  rod  directs  my  doubtful  way. 

6  The  sons  of  earth  and  sons  of  hell 
Gaze  at  thy  goodness,  and  repine 
To  see  my  table  spread  so  well 
With  living  bread  and  cheerful  wine. 

7  [How  I  rejoice,  when  on  my  head 
Thy  spirit  condescends  to  rest ! 
'Tis  a  divine  anointing  shed, 
Like  oil  of  gladness  at  a  feast. 


*6  PSALM  XXIII. 

8  Surely  the  mercies  of  the  Lord 
Attend  his  household  all  their  days  * 
There  will  I  dwell  to  hear  his  word, 
lo  seek  his  face,  and  sing  his  praise.] 

MPSALM  23.  Common  Metre. 
It  shepherd  will  supply  my  need, 
Jehovah  is  his  name  ; 
In  pastures  fresh  he  makes  me  feed, 
Beside  the  living  stream. 

2  He  brings  my  wand'ring  spirit  back 

When  I  forsake  his  ways, 
And  leads  me  for  his  mercy's  sake 
In  paths  of  truth  and  grace. 

3  When  I  walk  through  the  shades  of  death 

I  by  presence  is  my  stay  ; 
One  word  of  thy  supporting  breath 
Drives  all  my  fears  away. 

4  Thy  hand,  in  sight  of  all  my  foes, 

Doth  still  my  table  spread  ; 
My  cup  with  blessings  overflows, 
Thine  oil  anoints  my  head. 

5  The  sure  provisions  of  my  God 

^Attend  me  all  my  days  ; 
Oh  may  thy  house  be  mine  abode, 
And  all  my  work  be  praise  ! 

6  There  would  I  find  a  settled  rest, 

(W hile  others  go  and  come) 
No  more  a  stranger  or  a  guest, 
But  like  a  child  at  home. 

PSALM  23.  Short  Metre. 
1  r  1  "*HE  Lord  my  shepherd  is, 
-A    I  shall  be  well  supply'd  ; 
Since  he  is  mine  and  I  am  his, 
What  can  I  want  beside  ? 


PSALM  XXIV.  47 

l  He  leads  me  to  the  place 

Where  heavenly  pasture  grows  ; 
Where  living  waters  gently  pass, 
And  full  salvation  flows. 

I  If  e'er  I  go  astray, 

He  doth  my  soul  reclaim, 
And  guides  me  in  his  own  right  way, 
For  his  most  holy  name. 

t  While  he  affords  his  aid, 
I  cannot  yield  to  fear  ; 
Tho'  I  should  walk  thro'  Death'sdark  shade, 
My  shepherd's  with  me  there. 

3  Amid  surrounding  foes 

Thou  dost  my  table  spread, 
My  cup  with  blessings  overflows, 
And  joy  exalts  my  head. 

6  The  bounties  of  thy  love 

Shall  crown  my  following  days  ; 
Nor  from  thy  house  will  I  remote, 
Nor  cease  to  speak  thy  praise. 

PSALM  24-.  Common  Metre. 

1  ^T^HE  earth  forever  is  the  Lord's, 

JL     Writh  Adams  num'rous  race  ; 
He  rais'd  its  arches  o'er  the  floods, 
And  built  it  on  the  seas. 

2  But  who  among  the  sons  of  men 

May  visit  thine  abode  ? 
He  that  has  hands  from  mischief  clean, 
Whose  heart  is  right  with  God. 

3  This  is  the  man  may  rise  and  take 

The  blessings  of  his  grace  ; 
This  is  the  lot  of  those  that  seek 
The  God  of  Jacob's  face. 


48  PSALM  XXIV. 

4  Now  let  our  soul's  immortal  powers, 

To  meet  the  Lord  prepare, 
JLift  up  their  everlasting  doors, 
The  King  of  glory's  near. 

5  The  King  of  glory  !  who  can  tell 

The  wonders  of  his  might? 
Me  rules  the  nations ;  but  to  dwell 
With  saints  is  his  delight. 

PSALM  24.  Long  Metre. 
■  1  nPHIS  spacious  earth  is  all  the  Lord's ;  - 
JL   And  men  and  worms,  and  beasts  and 
He  rais'd  the  building  on  the  seas,  [birds; 
And  gave  it  for  their  dwelling-place. 

2  But  there's  a  brighter  world  on  high, 
Thy  palace,  Lord,  above  the  skv  ; 
Who  shall  ascend  that  blest  abode, 
And  dwell  so  near  his  maker,  God  ? 

3  He  that  abhors  and  fears  to  sin, 

Whose  heart  is  pure,  whose  hands  are  clean, 
Htm  shall  the  Lord,  the  Saviour  bless, 
And  clothe  his  soul  with  righteousness. 

4  These  are  the  men,  die  pious  race, 
That  seek  the  God  oi Jacob's  face; 
These  shall  enjoy  the  blissful  sight,' 
And  dwell  in  everlasting  light.  ' 

PAUSE; 

5  Rejoice,  ye  shining  worlds  on  high, 
Behold  the  King  of  glory  nigh  ;  & 
Who  can  this  King  of  glory  be? 
The  mighty  Lord,  the  Saviour's  he. 

6  Ye  heavenly  gates,  your  leaves  display, 
To  make  the  Lord,  the  Saviour  way  : 
Laden  with  spoils  from  earth  and  hell, 
The  conqu'ror  comes  with  God  to  dwell. 


ttAkM  XXV.  4<J 

7   Rais'd  from  the  dead,  in  royal  state, 
He  opens  heaven's  eternal  gate, 
To  give  his  saints  a  blest  abode, 
Near  their  Redeemer  and  their  God. 

PSALM  25.  1—1 1.  First  Part.  Short  Metre. 

1  T  LIFT  my  soul  to  God, 
A  My  trust  is  in  his  name ; 

Let  not  my  foes  that  seek  my  blood 
Still  triumph  in  my  shame. 

2  Sin  and  the  powers  of  hell 

Persuade  me  to  despair ; 
Lord,  make  me  know  thy  cov'nant  well* 
That  I  may  'scape  the  snare. 

3  From  gleams  of  dawning  light 

Till  ev'niisg  shades  arise, 
For  thy  salvation,  Lord,  I  wait, 
With  ever-longing  eyes. 

4  Remember  all  thy  grace, 

And  lead  me  in  thy  truth  ; 
Forgive  the  sins  of  riper  days, 
And  follies  of  my  youth. 

5  The  Lord  is  just  and  kind, 

The  meek  shall  learn  his  ways ; 
And  ev'ry  bumble  sinner  find 
The  methods  of  his  grace. 

6  For  his  own  goodness  sake 

He  saves  my  soul  from  shame  ; 
He  pardons  (tho'  my  guilt  be  great) 

Thro'my  Reedeemer's  name. 
PSALM  25.  Second  Part.  Short  Metre. 
1   T  71 7 HERE  shall  the  man  be  found 
r  V  V     That  fears  t'  offend  his  God, 
ri  hat  loves  the  gospel's  joyful  sound, 

And  trembles  at  the  rod  ? 


50  PSALM  XXV. 

2  The  Lord  shall  make  him  know 

The  secrets  of  his  heart, 
The  wonders  of  his  cov'nant  show, 
And  all  his  love  impart. 

3  The  dealings  of  his  power 

Are  truth  and  mercy  still, 
With  such  as  keep  his  cov'nant  sure, 
And  love  to  do  his  will. 

4  Their  souls  shall  dwell  at  ease 

Before  their  Maker's  face, 
Their  seed  shall  taste  the  promises 
In  their  extensive  grace. 

PSALM  25.   15—22.  Third  Part.  S.  M. 

1  \  /TINE  eyes -and  my  derive 
iVA  Are  ever  to  the  Lord  ; 

I  love  to  plead  his  promis'd  grace 
And  rest  upon  his  word. 

2  Turn,  turn  thee  to  my  soul, 

Bring  thy  salvation  near  ; 
When  will  thy  hand  assist  my  feet 
To  'scape  fhe  deadly  snare  ? 

3  When  shall  the  sov'reign  grace 

Of  my  forgiving  God, 
Restore  me  from  those  dang'rous  ways 
My  wand'ring  feet  have  trod  ? 

4  The  tumult  of  my  thoughts 

Doth  but  enlarge  my  woe  ; 
My  spirit  languishes,  my  heart 
Is  desolate  and  low. 

5  With  ev'ry  morning  light 

My  sorrow  new  begins  ; 
Look  on  my  anguish  and  my  pain, 
And  pardon  all  my  sins. 


PSAOl  XVI.  51 

PAUSE. 

6  Behold  the  hosts  of  hell, 

How  cruel  is  their  hate  ! 
Against  my  life  they  rise,  tend  join 
Their  fury  with  deceit. 

7  Oh  keep  my  soul  from  death. 

Nor  put  my  soul  to  shame, 
For  I  hare  plac'd  my  only  trust 
In  my  redeemer's  name. 

8  With  humble  faith  I  wait 

To  see  thy  face  again  ; 
Of  Israel  it  shall  ne'er  be  said, 
He  sought  the  Lord  in  vain. 
PSALM  26.  Long  Metre. 

1  JUDGE  me,  O  Lord,  and  prove  my  ways, 
•J  And  try  my  reigns,  and  try  my  heart ; 
My  faith  upon  thy  promise  stays, 

Nor  from  thy  law  my  feet  depart. 

2  I  hate  to  walk,  I  hate  to  sit 
With  men  of  vanity  and  lies  ; 
The  scoffer  and  the  hypocrite 
Are  the  abhorrence  of  mine  eyes. 

3  Amongst  thy  saints  will  I  appear 
Array'd  in  robes  of  innocence  ; 
But  when  I  stand  before  thy  bar, 
The  blood  of  Christ  is  my  defence. 

4  I  love  thy  habitation,  Lord, 

The  temple  where  thine  honours  dwell ; 
There  shall  I  hear  thy  holy  word, 
And  there  thy  works  of  wonder  tell. 

5  Let  not  my  soul  be  join'd  at  last 
With  men  of  treachery  and  blood, 
Since  I  my  days  on  earth  have  past 
Among  the  saints  and  near  my  God, 


52  PSALM  XXVII. 

PSALM  27.   3—5.  First  Part.  CM. 

1  HPHE  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light,    *r 

A     And  my  salvation  too  ; 
Cod  is  my  strength  ;  nor  will  I  fear 
What  all  my  foes  can  do. 

2  One  privilege  my  heart  desires  ; 

Oh  grant  me  mine  abode 
Among  the  churches  of  thy  saints, 
The  temples  of  my  God. 

3  There  shall  I  offer  my  requests 

And  see  thy  beauty  still : 
Shall  hear  thy  messenger  of  love, 
And  there  inquire  thy  will. 

4  When  troubles  rise  and  storms  appear. 

There  may  his  children  hide  ; 
God  is  a  strong  pavilion,  where 
He  makes  my  soul  abide. 

5  Now  shall  my  head  be  lifted  high 

Above  my  foes  around, 
And  songs  of  joy  and  victory 
AVithin  thy  temple  sound. 

PSALM  27.  8,9,  13,  14.  Second  Part.  C,  M. 

1  QOON  as  I  heard  my  father  say,  *— 
O  Ye  children  seek  my  grace, 

My  heart  reply'd  without  delay. 
I'll  seek  my  Father  s  face. 

2  Let  not  thy  face  be  hid  from  me, 

Nor  from  my  soul  away ; 
God  of  my  life,  I  fly  to  thee 
In  a  distressing  day. 

3  Should  friends  and  kindred,  near  and  dear, 

Leave  me  to  want  or  die, 
My  God  will  make  my  life  his  care, 
And  all  my  need  supply. 


PSALM  XXIX.  53 

1  Mv  fainting  flesh  had  died  with  grief, 
Had  not  my  soul  believ'd, 
To  see  thy  grace  provide  relief, 
Nor  was  my  hope  deceiv'd. 
5   Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  trembling  saints, 
And  keep  your  courage  up  ; 
He'll  raise  your  spirit  when  it  faints, 
And  far  exceed  your  hope. 
PSALM  28.  Long  Metre. 

1  nPO  the,  O  Lord,  I  raise  my  cries  ; 

JL     My  fervent  prayer  in  mercy  hear  5 
For  ruin  waits  my  trembling  soul, 
If  thou  refuse  a  gracions  ear. 

2  When  suppliant  tow'rd  thy  holy  hill 
I  lift  my  mournful  hands  to  pray, 
Afford  thy  grace,  nor  drive  me  still, 
With  impious  hypocrities  away. 

3  To  sons  of  falshood,  that  dispise 
The  works  and  wonders  of  thy  reign, 
Thy  vengeance  gives  the  due  reward, 
And  sinks  their  souls  to  endless  pain. 

4  But  ever  blessed  be  the  Lord, 

Whose  mercy  hears  my  mournful  voice  5 
My  heart  that  trusted  in  his  word, 
In  his  salvation  shall  rejoice. 

5  Let  ev'ry  saint,  in  sore  distress, 

By  faith  approach  his  Saviour  God  ; 
Then  grant,  O  Lord,  thy  pard'ning  grace, 
And  feed  thy  church  with. heavenly  food. 
PSALM  29.  Long  Metre. 
1   fy  IVE  to  the  Lord,  ye  sons  of  fame, 
VJT  Give  to  the  Lord  renown  and  power, 
Ascribe  due  honour  to  his  name, 
And  his  eternal  might  add,'. 


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M  PSALM  XXX. 

2  The  Lord  proclaims  his  power  aloud 
Thro*  ev'ry  ocean,  ev'ry  land  ; 
His  voice  divides  the  wat'ry  cloud, 
And  lightnings  blaze  at  his  command. 

5  He  speaks,  and  tempest,  hail,  and  wind. 
Lay  the  wide  forest  bare  around  ; 
The  fearful  hart,  and  frighted  hind, 
Leap  at  the  terror  of  the  sound. 

4  To  Lebanon  he  turns  his  voice, 
And  lo,  the  stately  cedars  break ; 
The  mountains  tremble  at  the  noise, 
The  vallies  roar,  the  deserts  quake. 

5  The  Lord  sits  sov'reign  on  the  flood; 
The  thund'rer  reigns  forever  king; 
But  makes  his  church  his  blest  abode, 
Where  we  his  awful  glories  sing.    • 

6  In  gentler  language,  there  the  Lord 
The  counsel  of  his  grace  imparts: 
Amidst  the  raging  storm,  his  word 
Speaks  peace  and  courage  to  our  hearts. 

PSALM  30.  First  Part.  Long  Metre. 

1  T  WILL  extol  thee,  Lord,  on  high, 
A  At  thy  command  diseases  fly, 
Who  but  a  God  can  speak  and  save 
From  the  dark  borders  of  the  grave  ? 

2  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  saints,  and  prove 
How  large  his  grace,  how  kind  his  love, 
Let  all  your  powers  rejoice,  and  trace 
The  wondrous  records  of  his  grace. 

3  His  anger  but  a  moment  stays; 
His  love  is  life  and  length  of  days  : 
Tho'  grief  and  tears  the  night  employ, 
The  morning  star  rcstors  the  joy. 


PSALM  XXXT.  55 

PSALM  30.  Ver.  6.  Second  Part.  L.  M. 

1  T7IRM  was  my  health,  my  day  was  bright, 
X     And  I  presum'd  'twould  ne'er  be  night ; 
Fondly  I  said  within  my  heart, 
Pleasure  and  peace  shall  ne'er  depart. 

2  But  I  forgot  thine  arm  was  strong, 
Which  made  my  mountain  stand  so  long ; 
Soon  as  thy  face  began  to  hide, 

My  health  was  gone,  my  comfort  died. 

5  I  cried  aloud  to  thee,  my  God, 

"  What  canst  thou  profit  by  my  blood  ? 

"  Deep  in  the  dust  can  I  declare 

"  Thy  truth,  or  sing  thy  goodness  there  ? 

4  "  Hear  me   O  God  of  grace,  I  said, 
"  And  bring  me  from  among  the  dead :" 
Thy  word  rebuk'd  the  pains  I  felt, 
Thy  pard'ning  love  remov'd  my  guilt. 

d  My  groans,  and  tears,  and  forms  of  woe, 
Are  turn'd  to  joy  and  praises  now  ; 
I  throw  my  sackcloth  on  the  ground, 
And  ease  and  gladness  gird  me  round. 

6  My  tongue,  the  glor)  of  my  frame, 
Shall  ne'er  be  silent  of  thy  name ; 

Thy  prase  shall  sound  thro'  earth  and  heav'n, 
For  sickness  heal'd  and  sins  forgiv'n. 
PSALM  31.  First  Part.  Common  Metre. 

1  nnO  thee,  O  God  of  truth  and  love, 

JL    My  spirit  I  commit ; 
Thou  hast  redeem 'd  my  soul  from  death, 
And  sav'd  me  from  the  pit. 

2  Dispair  and  comfort,  hope  and  fear, 

Maintain'd  a  doubtful  strife; 
While  sorrow,  pain,  and  sin  conspir'd 
To  take  away  my  life. 


56  PSALM  xxxr. 

3  My  time  is  in  thy  hand,  I  cry'd, 

Though  I  draw  near  the  dust  : 
Thou  art  the  refuge  where  I  hide, 
The  God  in  whom  I  trust. 

4  Oh  make  thy  reconciled  face 

Upon  thy  servant  shine, 
And  save  me  for  thy  mercy's  sake, 
For  I'm  entirely  thine. 

5  'Twas  in  my  haste  my  spirit  said, 

/  must  despair  and  diey 
I  am  cut  off  before  thine  eyes  ; 
But  thou  hast  heard  my  cry. 

6  Thy  goodness  how  divinely  free  ! 

How  sweet  thy  smiling  face 
To  those  that  fear  thy  majesty, 
And  trust  thy  promis'd  grace  ! 

7  O  love  the  Lord,  all  ye  his  saints, 

And  sing  his  praises  loud  ; 
He'll  bend  his  ear  to  your  complaints, 
And  recompence  the  proud. 

PSALM  31.  Second  Part.  Common  Metre. 

1  lilY  heart  rejoices  in  thy  name, 
jLVX  My  God,  my  heavenly  trust ; 
Thou  hast  preserv'd  my  face  from  shame, 

Mine  honour  from  the  dust. 

2  "  My  life  is  spent  with  grief,  I  cry'd, 

**  My  years  consum'd  in  groans, 
"  My  strength  decays,  mine  eyes  are  dry'd, 
"  And  sorrow  wastes  my  bones." 

3  Among  mine  enemies  my  name 

A  proverb  vile  was  grown, 
While  to  my  neighbours  I  became 
Forgotten  and  unknown. 


PSALM  XXXII.  I 

4  Slander  and  fear  on  ev'rv  side 

Seiz'd  and  beset  me  round, 
I  to  thy  throne  of  grace  appiy'd, 
And  speedy  rescue  found. 
PAUSE. 

5  How  great  deliv'rance  thou  hast  wrought 

Before  the  sons  of  men  ! 
The  lying  lips  to  silence  broght, 
And  made  their  boasting  vain ! 

6  Thy  children  from  the  strife  of  tongues 

Shall  thy  pavilion  hide, 
Guard  them  from  infamy  and  wrongs, 
And  crush  the  sons  of  pride. 

7  Within  thy  secret  presence,  Lord, 

Let  me  forever  dwell ; 
No  fenced  city,  wall'd  and  bar'd, 
Secures  a  saint  so  well. 

PSALM  32.  Short  Metre. 
■*- 1   /^\H  blessed  souls  are  they 

V^/  Whose  sins  are  cover'd  o'er; 
Divinely  blest,  to  whom  the  Lord, 
Imputes  their  guilt  no  more. 

2  They  mourn  their  follies  past, 

And  keep  their  hearts  with  care ; 
Their  lips  and  lives  without  deceit 
Shall  prove  their  faith  sincere. 

3  While  I  coneeaVd  my  guilt, 

I  felt  the  fest'ring  wound, 

Till  I  confess'd  my  sins  to  thee, 

And  ready  pardon  found. 

4  Let  sinners  learn  to  pray, 

Let  saints  keep  near  the  throne: 
Our  help  in  times  of  deep  distress,, 
Is  found  in  God  alone. 


58  PSALM  XXXIL 

PSALM  32.  Common  Metre. 

1  T  TOW  blest  the  man  to  whom  his  God 
X  JL  No  more  imputes  his  sin, 

But  wash'd  in  the  Redeemer's  blood 
I  lath  made  his  garments  clean ! 

2  And  blest  beyond  expression  he 

Whose  debts  are  thus  discharg'd ; 
While  from  the  guilty  bondage  tree, 
He  feels  his  soul  enlarg'd, 

3  His  spirit  hates  deciet  and  lies, 

His  words  are  all  sincere : 
He  guards  his  heart,  he  guards  his  eyes, 
To  keep  his  conscience  clear. 

4  While  I  my  inward  guilt  supprest, 

No  quiet  could  I  find; 
Thy  wrath  lay  burning  in  my  breast, 
And  wrack'd  my  tortur'd  mind. 

3  Then  I  confess'd  my  troubled  thoughts, 
My  secret  sins  reveal'd, 
Thy  pard'ning  grace  forgave  my  faults, 
Thy  grace  my  pardon  seal'd. 

»  This  shall  invite  thy  saints  to  pray ; 
When,  like  a  raging  flood, 
Temptations  rise,  our  strength  and  stay, 
Is  a  forgiving  God. 

PSALM  32.  First  Part.  Long  Metre. 

1  T>LEST  is  the  man,  forever  blest, 

JD  Whose  guilt  is  pardon'd  by  his  God, 
Whose  sins  with  sorrow  are  confess'd 
And  cover'd  with  his  Saviour's  blood. 

2  Before  his  judgment  seat,  the  Lord 

No  more  permits  his  crimes  to  rise; 
He  pleads  no  merit  of  reward, 

And  not  on  works  but  grace  relies. 


3   From  guile  his  heart  and  lips  are  tree, 
His  humble  joy,  his  holy  fear, 
With  deep  repentance  well  agree, 
And  join  to  prove  his  faith  sincere. 
I  How  glorious  is  that  righteousness 
That  hides  and  cancels  all  his  sins ! 
While  a  bright  evidence  of  grace 

Through  all  his  life  appears  and  shines. 
PSALM  32.  Second  Part.  Long  Metre. 

1  TX7TIILE  I  keep  silence  and  conceal 

V  V    My  heavy  guilt  within  my  heart, 
What  torments  doth  my  conscience  feel  1 
What  agonies  of  inward  smart! 

2  I  spread  my  sins  before  the  Lord, 
And  all  my  secret  faults  confess ; 
Thy  gospel  speaks  a  pard'ning  word, 
Thine  holy  spirit  seals  the  grace. 

3  For  this  shall  ev'ry  humble  soul 
Make  swift  addresses  to  thy  seat : 
When  floods  of  huge  tetjiptations  roll, 
There  shall  they  find  a  blest  retreat. 

4  How  safe  beneath  thy  wings  I  lie, 
When  days  grow  dark,  and  storms  appear! 
And  when  I  wralk,  thy  watchful  eye 
Shall  guide  me  safe  from  ev'ry  snare. 

PSALM  33.  First  Part.  Common  Metre. 

1  T3  EJOICE,  ye  righteous,  in  the  Lord, 
JX-  This  work  belongs  to  you  : 

Sin'?  of  his  name,  his  ways,  his  word, 
How  holy,  just,  and  true  ! 

2  His  mercy  and  his  righteousness 

Let  heaven  and  earth  proclaim  ; 
His  works  of  nature,  and  of  grace, 
Reveal  his  wrond'rous  name. 


60  PSALM  XXXIII. 

3  His  word,  with  energy  divine, 

Those  heavenly  arches  spread, 
Bade  starry  hosts  around  them  shine, 
And  light  the  heavens  pervade. 

4  He  taught  the  swelling  waves  to  flow 

To  their  appointed  deep  ; 
Bade  the  raging  seas  their  limits  know. 
And  still  their  station  keep. 

5  Ye  tenants  of  the  spacious  earth, 

With  fear  before  him  stand ; 
He  spake,  and  Nature  took  its  birth: 
All  rests  on  his  command. 

6  He  scorns  the  angry  nations'  rage, 

And  breaks  their  vain  designs ; 
His  counsel  stands  thro'  every  age, 
And  in  full  glory  shines. 

PSALM  33.  Second  Part.  Common  Metre. 

1  T)  LEST  is  the  nation,  where  the  Lord 
J3  Hath  fix'd  his  gracious  throne  ; 
Where  he  reveals  his  heav'nly  word, 

And  calls  their  tribes  his  own. 

2  His  eye,  with  infinite  survey, 

Does  the  whole  world  behold  -y 
He  form'd  us  all  of  equal  clay, 
And  knows  our  feeble  mould. 

3  Kings  are  not  rescu'd  by  the  force 

Of  armies  from  the  grave  -, 
Norspeed,  nor  courage  of  an  horse 
Can  his  bold  rider  save. 

4  Vain  is  the  strength  of  beast  or  men, 

Nor  springs  our  safety  thence  ; 
But  holy  sons  from  God  obtain 
A  strong  and  sure  defence. 


PSALM  XXXI IT.  61 

j  God  is  their  fear,  and  God  their  trusl  ; 
When  plagues  or  famine  spread, 
His  -watchful  eye  secures  the  just, 
Among  ten  thousand  dead. 
6  Lord,  let  our  hearts  in  thee  rejoice, 
And  bless  us  from  thy  throne  ; 
For  we  have  made  thy  word  our'chokc, 
And  trust  thy  grace  alone. 

PSALM  33.  As  the  11 3th  Psalm.  First  Part. 

1  Y"E  holy  souls  in  God  rejoice,        [voice, 

■*■      Your  Maker's  praise  becomes  your 
Oreat  is  your  theme,  your  songs  be  new  ; 
Sing  ot  hisname,  his  word,  his  ways, 
His  works^-ot  nature  and  of  grace,     ' 
How  wise  and  holy,  just  and  true  ! 

2  Behold,  to  earth's  remotest  ends, 

His  goouness  flows,  his  truth  extends; 

lbs  power  the  heav'nly  arches  spread; 
tin  word  with  energy  divine 
Bade  starry  hosts  around  them  shine, 

Ana  hgfit  the  circling  heav'ns  pervade. 

3  His  hand  collects  the  flowing  seas  ; 
lhose  vyat'ry  treasures  know  their  place, 

And  fill  tne  storehouse  of  the  deep  : 
Me  spa£e  and  gave  all  nature  birth ; 
Ana  fires,  and  seas,  and  heaven,  and  earth, 
His  everlasting  orders  keep. 
J  Let  mortals  tremble  and  adore 
A  Godot  such  resistless  power, 

Nor  dare  indulge  t.xfrfeehle  rage  • 

WlreyourtK)  ughts.andweek  youl rhands 

But  his  etetnal  counsel  stands,  ' 

And  rules  the  world  from  age  to  a-e 


'a 

F 


OH 


62  PSALM  XXXIV. 

PSALM  3  3 .  As  the  1 1 3  th  Psalm .  Second  Part. 
I  happy  nation,  where  the  Lord 
Reveals  the  treasure  of  his  word, 
And  buildshis  church,his  earthly  throne  ! 
His  eye  the  heathen  world  surveys, 
He  form'd  their  hearts,  he  knows  their  ways, 
But  God  their  maker  is  unknown. 
3  Let  kings  rely  upon  their  host,^ 

And  of  his  strength  the  champion  boast, 

In  vain  they  beast,  in  vain  rely; 
In  vain  we  trust  the  brutal  force, 
Or  speed,  or  courage  of  an  horse, 
To  guard  his  rider  or  to  fly. 

3  The  arm  of  our  almighty  Lord 
Doth  more  secure  defence  afford, 

When  deaths  or  dangers  threading  stand : 
Thy  watchful  eye  preserves  the  just, 
Who  make  thy  name  their  fear  and  trust, 
When  wars  or  famine  waste  the  land. 

4  In  sickness  or  the  bloody  field^ 
Our  great  physician  and  our  shield, 

Shall  send  salvation  from  his  throne ;      , 
We  wait  to  see  thy  goodness  shine  ; 
Let  us  rejoice  in  help  divine, 

For  all  our  hope  is  God  alone. 

PSALM  34.  First  Part.  Long  Metre. 

1  T    ORD,  I  will  bless  thee  all  my  days, 
JLj  Thy  praise  shall  dwell  upon  my  tongue : 
My  soul  shall  glory  in  thy  grace, 

While  saints  rejoice  to  hear  the  song. 

2  Come  magnify  the  Lord  with  me, 
'    Let  ev'ry  heart  exalt  his  name  ; 

I  sought  th'  eternal  God,  and  he 
Has  not  expos'd  my  hope  to  shame. 


PSAfcM  XXXIV.  w 

I  told  him  all  my  secret  grief,  # 

My  secret  groaning  teach  d  his  eais  5 

He  nave  my  inward  pams  reuet, 
fold  calm'd  the  tumult  ot  my  tears. 

To  him  the  poor  lift  up  their  eye*. 
With  heav'nly  joy  their  faces -shine, 
A  beam  of  mercy  from  the  sfcieS  , 
Tills  tbem  with  light  and  love  divme. 

i  His  holy  angels  pitch  their  tents 
Around  the  men  that  serve  the  Lord, 
Oh  fear  and  love  him,  all  his  saints, 
Taste  of  his  grace,  and  trust  his  word.  . 

3  The  wild  young  lions,  pinch'd  with  pam 
And  hunger,  roar  through  all  the  wood; 
But  none  shall  seek  the  Lord  mvam, 

Nor  want  supplies  of  real  good. 
PS\TM  p>4    H — 22,  Second  Part.  L.  M. 

1  /CHILDREN,  in  years  or  knowledge 
K^s         young, 

Your  parents'  hope,  your  parents  joy, 
Attend  the  counsels  of  thy  tongue, 
Let  pious  thoughts  your  minds  employ. 

2  If  you  desire  a  length  of  days, 

And  peace  to  crown  your  mortal  state, 
Restrain  your  feet  from  impious  ways, 
Your  lips  from  slander  and  deceit. 

3  The  eyes  of  God  regard  his  saints, 
His  ears  are  open  to  their  cries ; 
He  sets  his  frowning  face  against 
The  sons  of  violence  and  lies. 

4  To  humble  souls  and  broken  hearts 
God  with  his  grace  is  ever  nigh  ; 
Pardon  and  hope  his  love  imparts 
When  men  in  deep  contrition  lie. 


PSALM  XXXIV 

5  uVfS  thf  tearS'  he  cou^s  their  ercans 
His  Son  redeems  their  souls  from  death 
His  sprit  heals  their  broken  bones  ' 

Ps\T\PrSe  emp]0JS  thelr  tUneful  b™*. 

J  H       CSS  ^  L0Ri  from  da7  to  day; 
£  How  good  are  all  his  wavs !  } 

le  humble  souls  that  use  to  pray 

.  Lome  h^P  my  lips  to  praise. 

2  Sing  to  the  honour  of  his  name 

How  a  poor  sufFrer  cry'd      " 
Aor  was  his  hope  expos'd  to  shame, 
1%  or  was  his  suit  deny'd, 

3  When  threat'ning  sorrows  round  me  stood 

And  endless  fears  arose,  ' 

Like  the  bud  billows  of  a  flood, 
-Kedouuling  all  my  woes : 

1  I  w  Jhf  L°rd  my  sore  dis^ress, 
Witn  heavy  groans  and  tears; 
•He  gave  my  sharpest  torments  ease, 
And  silenc'd  all  my  fears. 

PAUSE. 

[Oh  sinners,  come  and  taste  his  Jove, 

Come,  learn  his  pleasant  ways, 
And  let  your  own  experience  prove 

The  sweetness  of  his  grace. 
Ha r  bids  his  angels  pitch  their  tents 

Ivound  where  his  children  dwell  • 
What  ills  their  heav'nly  care  prevents, 

JNo  earthly  tongue  can  tdl] 
[Oh  love  the  Lord,  fe  saints  of  his- 

His  eye  regards  the  just; 

wurichly  b,ess'd  their  I)0rtion  » 
n  ho  make  the  Lord  their  trust ! 


PSALM  XXXV.  c:> 

8  Young  lions,  pinch'd  with  hunger,  roar, 
And  famish  in  the  wood: 
But  God  supplies  his  holy  poor 
With  ev'ry  needful  good.] 
PSALM  34,  11—22.  Second  Part.  C.  M. 
1   /^lOME,  children,  learn  to  fear  the  Lord, 
V^  And  that  your  days  be  long, 
Let  not  a  false  or  spiteful  word 
Be  found  upon  your  tongue. 

±  Depart  from  mischief,  practice  love, 
Pursue  the  works  ot  peace  ; 
So  shall  the  Lord  your  ways  approve, 
And  set  your  soul  at  ease. 

3  His  eyes  awake  to  guard  the  just, 

His  ears  attend  their  cry ; 
When  broken  spirits  dwell  in  dust, 
The  God  of  grace  is  nigh. 

4  What  tho'  the  sorrows  here  they  taste 

Are  sharp  and  tedious  too, 
The  Lord  who  saves  them  all  at  last; 
Is  their  supporter  now. 

5  Evil  shall  smite  the  wicked  dead; 

But  God  secures  his  own, 
Prevents  the  mischief  when  they  slide, 
Or  heals  the  broken  bone. 

6  When  desolation,  like  a  flood, 

O'er  the  proud  sinner  rolls, 
Saints  find  a  refuge  in  their  God, 
For  he  redeem'd  their  souls. 
PSALM  35.  Ver.  12,  13,  14.   Com.  Metre. 
1   13  EHOLD  the  love,  the  geri'rous  love, 
A3  That  holy  David  shows  ; 
Behold  his^kind  compassion  move 
For  his  afflicted  foes. 

E  2 


66  PSALM  XXXVI. 

2  When  they  are  sick,  his  soul  complains, 

And  seems  to  feel  the  smart; 
The  spirit  of  the  gospel  reigns, 
And  melts  his  pious  heart. 

3  How  did  his  flowing  tears  condole 

As  for  a  brother  dead  ! 
And  fasting  morthTd  his  soul, 
While  for  their  life  he  pray'd. 

4  They  groan'd,  and  curs'd  him  on  their  beoV, 

Yet  still  he  pleads  and  mourns; 
Amd  double  blessings  on  his  head, 

The  righteous  God  returns. 
3  Oh  glorious  type  of  heav'nly  grace ! 

Thus  Christ  the  Lord  appears; 
While  sinners  curse,  the  Saviour  prays, 

And  pities  them  with  tears. 
6  He,  the  true  David,  Israel's  king, 

Blest  and  belov'd  of  God, 
To  save  us  rebels,  dead  in  sin, 

Paid  his  own  dearest  blood. 

PSALM  36.  5—9.  Long  Metre. 

1  I LJIGH  in  the  heav'ns,  eternal  God, 
JL  JL  Thy  goodness  in  full  glory  shines ; 
Thy  truth  shall  break  through  ev'ry  cloud 
That  veils  and  darkens  thy  designs. 

2  For  ever  firm  thy  justice  stands, 

As  mountains  their  foundations  keep; 
Wise  are  the  wonders  of  thy  hands, 
Thy  judgments  are  a  mighty  deep. 
\  G  Thy  providence  is  kind  and  large, 

Both  man  and  beast  thy  bounty  share; 
The  whole  creation  is  thy  charge, 
But  saints  are  thy  peculiar  ca.re. 


PSALM  XXXVI.  67 

4  My  God,  how  excellent  thy  grace  ! 
Whence  all  our  hope  and  cm  fort  springs; 
The  sons  of  Adam  in  di-tress 

Fly  to  the  shadow  of  thy  wings. 

5  From  the  provisions  of  thy  house 
We  shall  be  fed  with  sweet  repast; 
There  mercy,  like  a  river,  flows, 
And  brings  salvation  to  our  taste. 

6  Life,  like  a  fountain  rich  and  free, 
Springs  from  the  presence  of  my  Lord ; 
And  in  thy  light  our  souls  shall  see 
The  glories  promis'd  in  thy  word. 

PSALM  36.   1,  2,  5,  6,  7,  9.  Com.  Metre. 

1  T7CTHILE  men  grow  bold  in  wicked  ways, 
V  V    And  yet  a  God  they  own, 
My  heart  within  me  often  says, 

"  Their  thoughts  believe  there's  none." 

1  Their  thoughts  and  ways  at  once  declare 
(Whate'er  their  lips  profess) 
God  hath  no  wrath  for  them  to  fear, 
Nor  will  they  seek  his  grace. 

3  What  strange  self-fiatt'ry  blinds  their  eyes! 

But  there's  a  hastening  hour, 
When  they  shall  see,  with  sore  surprise, 
The  terrors  of  thy  power. 

4  Thy  justice  shall  maintain  its  throne, 

Though  mountains  melt  away; 
Thy  judgments  are  a  world  unknown, 
A  deep,  unfathom'd  sea, 

5  Above  these  heav'ns  created  rounds, 

Thy  mercies,  Lord,  extend; 
Thy  truth  outlives  the  narrow  bounds, 
Where  time  and  nature  end. 


68  PSALM  XXXVI. 

6  Safety  to  man  thy  goodness  brings, 

Nor  overlooks  the  beast; 
Beneath  the  shadow  of  thy  wings 
Thy  children  choose  to  rest. 

7  [From  thee,  when  creature-streams  run  low, 

And  mortal  comforts  die, 
Perpetual  streams  of  life  shall  flow, 
And  raise  our  pleasures  high. 

8  Though  all  created  light  decay, 

And  death  close  up  our  eyes, 
Thy  presence  makes  eternal' day 
Where  clouds  can  never  rise.] 

PSALM  36.   1—7.  Short  Metre. 

1  TTtTHEN  man  grows  bold  in  sin,    ~ 

V  V    My  heart  within  me  cries, 
"  He  hath  no  faith  of  God  within, 
"  Nor  fear  before  his  eyes." 

2  [He  walks  a  while  conceal'd 

In  a  self-flatt'ring  dream, 
Till  his  dark  crimes  at  once  reveal'd, 
Expose  his  hateful  name.] 

3  His  heart  is  false  and  foul, 

His  words  are  smooth  and  fair; 
Wisdom  is  banish'd  from  his  soul, 
And  leaves  no  goodness  there. 
4-  He  plots  upon  his  bed 
New  mischiefs  to  fulfil; 
He  sets  hisheart,  his  hand,  and  head 
To  practice  all  that's  ill. 
5  But  there's  a  dreadful  God, 

Though  men  renounce  his  fear; 
His  justice,,  hid  behind  the  cloud, 
Shall  one  great  day  appear. 


69 


PSALM  XXXYH. 

6  His  truth  trancends  foe  sky, 

In  hcav'n  his  mercies  dwell- 
Deep  as  the  sea  his  [judgment  lie, 
iiis  anger  hums  to  liell. 

7  How  excellent  his  love, 

Whence  all  our  safety  springs i 
Oh i  never  Jet  my  soul  remove 
Fvqm  underneath  his  wines 

PSALM  37.  1-15.  First  Part.  Com.  Metre. 

1   WrrY  Sh0U,Id  J  vex  mr  ■«*  a»^  fret 
*  P     lo  see  the  wicked  rise? 

Or  envy  sinners  wax  in  o-  <rrear 
By  violence  and  lies  ? 

2  As :  flowVy  grass  cut  down  at  noon, 

before  the  ev'ning  fades, 
So  shall  their  glories  vanish' soon, 
In  everlasting  shades. 

3  Then  ht  me  make  the  Lord  my  trust, 

And  practice  all  that's  good: 
bo  shall  £  dwell  among  the  just, 
And  he'll  provide  me  food. 

4  I  to  my  God  my  ways  commit, 

And  chearful  wait  his  will; 
Ihy  hand,  which  guides  my  doubtful  fccty 
snail  my  desires  fulfil. 

5  Mine  innocence  shalt  thou  display 

And  make  %  judgments  known, 
.Fair  is  the  light  of  dawning  dav, 
And  glorious  as  the  noon. 

6  The  meek  at  last  the  earth  possess, 

And  are  the  heirs  of  heav'n  • 
I  rue  riches,  with  abundant  peace, 
ao  humble  souls  are  giv'n. 


70  PSALM  XXXVIL 

PAUSE. 

7  Rest  in  the  Lord,  and  keep  his  way, 

Nor  let  your  anger  rise, 
Though  providence  should  long  delay 
To^punish  haughty  vice. 

8  Let  sinners  join  to  brake  your  peace, 

And  plot,  and  rage,  and  foam ; 

The  Lord  derides  them,  for  he  sees 

Their  day  of  vengeance  come. 

9  Thev  have  drawn  out  the  threat'ning  sword, 

Have  bent  the  murd'rous  bow, 
To  slay  the  men  that  fear  the  Lord, 
And  bring  the  righteous  low. 
10  My  God  shall  break  their  bows,  and  burn 
Their  persecuting  darts, 
Shall  their  own  swords  against  them  turn, 
And  pierce  their  stubborn  hearts. 
PSALM  37.   16,21,26—31.  S.  Part  C.  M. 

i  \7I7HY  do  the  wealthy wicked  boabt> 

V V   And  grow  profanely  bold  ? 
The  meanest  portion  of  the  just 
Excels  the  sinner's  gold. 

2  The  wicked  borrows  of  his  friends, 

But  ne'er  designs  to  pay; 

XHe  saint  is  merciful  and  lenas, 

Nor  turns  the  poor  away. 

3  His  alms  with  lib'ral  heart  he  gives 

Amongst  the  sons  of  need ; 
His  mern'ry  to  long  ages  lives, 
And  blessed  is  his  seed. 

4  His  lips  abhor  to  talk  profane, 

To  slander  or  defraud  ; 
His  ready  tongue  declares  to  men 
What  he  has  learn'd  of  God. 


PSALM  XXXV  U.  71 

3  The  law  and  gospel  of  the  Lord 
Deep  in  his  heart  abide ; 
Led  by  the  spirit  and  the  word 
His  feet  shall  never  slide, 
6  When  sinners  fall,  the  righteous  stand 
Preserved  from  ev'ry  snare; 
They  shall  possess  the  promis'd' land, 
And  dwell  forever  there. 
PSALM  37.  23—37.  Third  Part  C.  Metre. 
1   A/fY  God,  the  steps  of  pious  men 
1VX  Are  order'd  by  thy  will : 
Though  they  should  fall,  they  rise  again, 
Thy  hand  supports  them  still. 
S  The  Lord  delights  to  see  their  ways, 
Their  virtue  he  approves; 
He'll  ne'er  deprive  them  of  his  grace, 
Nor  leave  the  men  he  loves. 

3  The  heav'nly  heritage  is  theirs, 

Their  portion  and  their  home; 
He  feasts  them  now;  and  makes  them  heirs 
Of  blessings  long  to  come. 

4  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  sons  of  men, 

Nor  fear  when  tyrants  frown ; 
Ye  shall  confess  their  pride  was  vain, 
When  justice  casts  them  down. 

PAUSE. 

5  The  haughty  sinner  have  I  seen 

Not  fearing  man  nor  God, 
Like  a  tall  bay-tree,  fair  and  green, 
Spreading  his  arms  abroad. 

6  And  lo,  he  vanish 'd  from  the  ground, 

Destroy'd  by  hands  unseen  ; 
Nor  root,  nor  branch,  nor  leaf  was  found 
Where  all  that  pride  had  been. 


72  PSALM  XXXVIII. 

7   But  mark  the  man  of  righteousness 
^  His  sev'ral  steps  attend  : 
True  pleasure  runs  through  all  his  wars, 
And  peaceful  in  his  end. 

PSALM  38.  Common  Metre. 

1  A   MIDST  thy  wrath  remember  love,  - 
Jl\   Restore  thy  servant,  Lord, 

Nor  let  a  Father's  chast'ning  prove 
Like  an  avenger's  sword. 

2  Thine  arrows  stick  within  my  heart, 

My  flesh  is  sorely  prest  ; 
Between  the  sorrow  and  the  smart 
My  spirit  finds  no  rest. 

3  My  sins  a  heavy  load  appear, 

And  o'er  my  head  are  gone  ; 
Too  heavy  they  for  me  to  bear, 
Too  hard  for  me  t'  atone.- 

4  My  thoughts  are  like  a  troubled  sea 

That  sinks  my  comforts  down  -9 
And  I  go  mourning  all  the  day 
Beneath  my  Father's  frown. 

5  Lord,  I  am  weaken'd  and  dismay'd,  ! 

None  of  ray  powers  are  whole; 
My  wounds  with  piercing  anguish  bleed, 
The  anguish  of  my  soul. 

6  All  my  desires  to  thee  are  known. 

Thine  eye  counts  ev'ry  tear, 
And  ev'ry  sigh,  and  ev'ry  groan 
Is  nctic'd  by  thine  ear. 

7  Thou  art  my  God,  my  only  hope  ^ 

My  God  will  hear  my  cry, 
My  God  will  bear  my  spirit  Up 
Wheg  Satan  bids  me  die. 


PSALM  XXXIX. 

8  My  foes  rejoice  whene'er  I  slide, 

To  see  my  virtue  fail ; 
They  raise  their  pleasure  and  their  pride, 
Whene'ef  their  wiles  prevail. 

9  But  I'll  confess  my  guilty  ways, 

And  grieve  for  all  my  sin ; 
I'll  mourn  how  weak  the  seeds  of  grace, 

And  beg  support  divine. 
10  My  God  forgive  my  follies  past, 
And  be  forever  nigh  ; 

0  Lord  of  my  salvation  haste, 
Before  thy  servant  die. 

PSALM  39.   1,  2,  3.    First  Part.  C,  Metre, 

1  HPHUS  I  resolv'd  before  the  Lord, 

X    "  Now  will  I  watch  my  tongue, 
"  Lest  I  let  slip  one  sinful  word, 
"  Or  do  my  neighbour  wrong." 

2  Whene'er  constraint  a  while  to  stay 

With  men  of  lives  profane, 
I'll  set  a  double  guard  that  day, 
Nor  let  my  talk  be  vain. 

3  I'll  scarce  allow  my  lips  to  speak 

The  pious  thoughts  I  feel, 
Lest  scoffers  should  th'  occasion  take 
lb  mock  my  holy  zeal. 
4-  Yet  if  some  proper  hour  appear, 
V\\  not  be  over-aw'd, 
But  Jet  the  scoffing  sinners  hear 
That  we  can  speak  for  God. 
PSALM  39.  4,  5,  6,  7.  Second  Part.  C.  M. 
1      \    *^CH  me  the  measure  of  my  days, 
-A.    Thou  maker  of  my  frame  ; 

1  would  survey  life's  narrow  space, 

And  learn  how  frail  I  am. 


74  PSALM  XXXIX. 

2  A  span  is  all  that  we  can  boast, 

An  inch  or  two  of  time  : 
Man  is  but  vanity  and  dust 
In  all  his  flower  and  prime. 

3  See  the  vain  race  of  mortals  move 

Like  shadows  o'er  the  plain ; 
They  rage  and  strive,  desire  and  love, 
But  all  the  noise  is  vain. 

4  Some  walk  in  honour's  gaudy  show, 

Some  dig  for  golden  ore, 
They  toil  for  heirs,  they  know  not  who, 

And  strait  are  seen  no  more. 
-5  What  should  I  wish  or  wait  for  then, 

From  creatures,  earth,  and  dust? 
They  make  our  expectations  vain, 

And  disappoint  our  trust. 
6  Now  I  forbid  my  carnal  hope, 

My  fond  desires  recal; 
I  give  my  mortal  int'rest  up, 

And  make  my  God  my  all. 

PSALM  39.  9—13.  Third  Part.  C.  Metre. 

1  f**  OD  of  my  life,  look  gently  down, 
VJT  Behold  the  pains  I  feel $ 

But  T  am  dumb  before  thy  throne, 
Nor  dare  dispute  thy  will. 

2  Diseases  are  thy  servants,  Lord, 

They  come  at  thy  command  ; 
I'll  not  attempt  a  murm'ring  word, 
Against  thy  chast'ning  hand. 

3  Yet  I  may  plead,  with  humble  cries, 

Remove  thy  sharp  rebukes : 
My  strength  consumes,  my  spirit  dies, 
Through  thy  repeated  strokes. 


PSALM  XL.  7;, 

4  Crush'd  ds  a  moth  beneath  thy  hand, 
We  moulder  to  the  dust; 
Our  feeble  powers  can  ne'-cr  withstand^ 
And  all  our  beauty's  lost. 
•3   I'm  but  a  stranger  here  below, 
As  all  my  fathers  were  ; 
May  I  be  well  prepar'd  to  go, 
When  I  the  summons  hear ! 
6  But  if  my  life  be  spar'd  awhile 
Before  my  last  remove, 
Thy  praise  shall  be  my  bus'ness  still, 
And  I'll  declare  thy  love. 

PSALM  40.  1,  2,  3,  5,  17.  First  Part.  C.  M.„ 

1  T  WAITED  patient  for  the  Lord, 
A  He  bow'd  to  hear  mv  cry; 

lie  saw  me  resting  on  his  word, 
And  brought  salvation  nigh. 

2  He  raised  me  from  a  horrid  pit. 

Where  mourning  long  I  lay, 
And  from  my  bonds  releas'd  my  feet, 
Deep  bonds  of  miry  clay. 

3  Firm  on  a  rock  he  made  me  stand, 

And^  taught  my  cheerful  tongue 
To  praise  the  wonders  of  his  hand, 
In  a  new  thankful  song. 

4  I'll  spread  his  works  of  grace  abroad  ; 

The  saints  with  joy  shall  hear, 
And  smners  learn  to  make  my  God 
Their  only  hope  and  fear. 

5  How  many  are  thy  thoughts  of  love! 

^Thy  mercies,  Lord,  how  great! 
We  have  not  words  nor  hours  enough 
Their  numbers  to  repeat. 


S*  PSALM  XL. 

6  When  I'm  afflicted,  poor  and  low, 
And  light  and  peace  depart, 
My  God  beholds  my  heavy  woe, 
And  bears  me  on  his  heart. 
PSALM  40.  6—9.  Second  Part.    C   M 
'  *  nPHUSsaiththe  Lord,  -your  work  is  vain, 
A    "  Give  your  bufnt-ofF rings  o'er, 
>c  In  dying  goats  and  bullocks  slain, 
"  My  soul  delights  no  more." 

2  Then  spake  the  Saviour,  "  Lo !  I'm  here 

"My  God,  to  do  thy  will; 
"  Whate'er  thy  sacred  books'declare 
"  Thy  servant  shall  fulfil. 

3  "  Thy  law  is  ever  in  my  sight, 

"  I  kc^D  it  rsear  ^^  hf**** . 
"  Mine  eyes  are  open'd  with  delight 
"  To  what  thy  lips  impart." 

4  And  see  the  blest  Redeemer  comes, 

Th'  eternal  Son  appears. 
And  at  th'  appointed  time  assumes 
The  body  God  prepares. 

5  Much  he  reveal'd  his  Father's  grace, 

And  much  his  truth  he  show'd, 
And  preach'd  the  way  of  righteousness 
Where  great  assemblies  stood. 

6  His  Father's  honour  touch'd  his  heart, 

He  pity'd  sinners'  cries, 
And  to  fulfil  a  Saviour's  part 
Was  made  a  sacrifice. 

PAUSE. 

7  No  blood  of  beasts  on  alters  shed 

Could  wash  the  conscience  clean, 
But  the  rich  sacrifice  he  paid 
Atones  for  all  our  sin. 


PSALM  XL.  77 

8  Then  was  the  great  salvation  spread, 
And  Satan's  kingdom  shook; 
Thus  by  the  woman's  promis'd  seed 
The  serpent's  head  was  broke. 

PSALM  40.  5—10.  Long  Metre. 

lr  I  ^HE  wonders,Lord,thy  love  has  wrought, 
JL  Exceed  our  praise,surmount  our  thought, 
Should  I  attempt  the  long  detail, 
My  speech  would  faint,  my  numbers  fail. 

2  No  blood  of  beasts  on  altars  spilt, 

Can  cleanse  the  souls  of  men  from  guilt ; 
But  thou  hast  set  before  our  eyes 
An  all-sufficient  sacrifice. 

3  Lo !  thine  eternal  son  appears, 
To  thy  designs  he  bows  his  ears ; 
Assumes  a  body  well-prepar'd, 
And  well  performs  a  work. so  hard. 

4  "  Behold  I  come,"  the  Saviour  cries, 
With  love  and  duty  in  his  eyes, 

"  I  come  to  bear  the  heavy  load 
"  Of  sins,  and  do  thy  will,  my  God. 

5  "  'Tis  written  in  thy  great  decree, 
"  Tis  in  thy  book  foretold  of  me, 
M  I  must  fulfil  the  Saviour's  part, 

"  And  lo !  thy  law  is  in  my  heart. 

6  cc  I'll  magnify  thy  holy  law, 

"  And  rebels  to  obedience  draw, 
"  When  on  my  cross  I'm  lifted  high, 
"  Or  to  my  crown  above  the  sky. 

7  Cf  The  Spirit  shall  descend  and  show 

"  What  thou  hast  done  and  what  I  do; 
"  The  vvond'ring  world  shall  learn  thy  grace, 
"  And  all  creation  tune  thy  praise.'* 
g2 


78  PSALM  XLII. 

m         PSALM  41.   1,  2,'  3,  Long  Metre. 

1  T\LES^JS  ^e  man  whose  breast  can  move, 
XJ  And  melt  with  pity  to  the  poor, 
Whose  soul,  by  sympathising  love,    I 
Feels  what  his, fellow-saints  endure. 

2  His  heart  contrives  for  their  relief 
More  good  than  his  own  hands  can  do-; 
He;  in  the  time  of  gen'ral  grief, 

Shall  find  the  Lord  has  mercy  too. 

3  His  soul  shall  live  secure  on  earth, 
With  secret  blessings  on  his  head, 
When  drought,  and  pestilence,  and  deatk, 
Around  him  multiply  their  dead. 

4  Or  if  he  languish  on  his  couch, 
God  will  pronounce  his  sins  forgiv'n, 
Will  save  him  with  a  healing  touch,  ' 
Or  take  his  willing  soul  to  heav'n. 

PSALM  42.   1—9.  First  Part.  Com.  Metre. 

1  \ATlTH  €arnest  longings  of  the  mind, 

▼  V     My  God,  to  thee  I  look  \ 
So  pants  the  hunted  hart  to  find, 
And  taste  the  cooling  brook. 

2  When  shall  I  see  thy  courts  of  grace; 

And  meet  my  God  again? 
So  lon<*  an  absence  from  thy  face, 
My  heart  endures  with  pain. 

3  Temptations  vex  my  weary  soul, 

And  tears  are  my  repast ; 
The  foe  insults  without  controul, 
And  ivhere's  your  God  at  Last  ? 

4  Tis  with  a  mournful  pleasure  now 

I  think  on  ancient  days  : 
Then  to  thy  house  did  numbers  go, 
And  all  our  work  was  praise. 


PSALM  XLII.  79 

5  But  why,  my  soul,  sink  down  so  far 

Beneath  this  heavy  load? 
My  spirits,  why  indulge  despair, 
And  sin  against  my  God  ?  . 

6  Hope  in  the  Lord,  whose  mighty  hand 

Can  all  thy  woes  remove ; 
For  I  shall  yet  before  him  stand, 
And  sing  restoring  love. 

PSALM  42.  6—11.  Second  Part.  L.  Metre, 

1  A  If  Y  spirit  sinks  within  me,  Lord, 
iVA  But  I  will  call  thy  name  to  mind, 
And  times  of  past  distress  record, 
"When  I  have  found  my  God  was  kind. 

2  Huge  troubles  with  tumultous  noise 
Swell  like  a  sea,  and  round  me  spread , 
The  rising  waves  drown  all  my  joys. 
And  roll  tremendous  o'er  my  head. 

3  Yet  will  the  Lord  command  his  love, 
When  I  address  his  throne  by  day, 
Nor  in  the  night  his  grace  remove  ; 
The  night  shall  hear  me  sing  and  pray. 

4  I'll  cast  myself  before  his  feet, 

And  say  *  My  God*  my  heav'nly  rock, 

"  Why  doth  thy  love  so  long  forget 

"  The  soul  that  groans  beneath  thy  stroke?" 

5  I'll  chide  my  heart,  that  sinks  so  low, 
Why  should  my  soul  indulge  her  grief? 
Hope  in  the  Lord,  and  praise  him  too ; 
He  is  my  rest,  my  sure  relief. 

6  My  God,  my  most  exceeding  joy, 
Thy  light  and  truth  shall  guide  me  still, 
Thy  word  shall  my  best  thoughts  employ, 
And  kad  me  to  thine  heav'nly  hill. 


80  PSALM  XLIV. 

PSALM  43.  Common  Mitre. 

1  JUDGE  me,  O  God,  and  plead  my  cause, 
J  Against  a  sinful  race ; 

From  vile  .oppression  and  deceit 
Secure  me  by  thy  grace. 

2  On  thee  my  stedfast  hope  depends, 

And  am  I  left  to  mourn? 
To  sink  in  sorrows,  and  in  vain 
Implore  thy  kind  return  ? 

3  Oh  send  thy  light  to  gude  my  feet,  - 

And  bid  thy  truth  appear ; 
Conduct  me  to  thy  holy  hill, 
To  taste  thy  mercies  there. 

4  Then  to  thy  altar,  Oh  my  God, 

My  joyful  feet  shall  rise, 
Ard  my  triumphant  songs  shall  praise 
The  God  that  rules  the  skies. 

5  Sink  not,  my  soul,  beneath  thy  fear, 

Nor  yield  to  weak  despair; 
For  I  shall  live  to  praise  the  Lord, 

And  bless  his  guardian  care. 
PSALM  44.    1,  2,  3,  8,  15—26.  C.  M. 

1  T    ORD  we  have  heard  thy  works  of  old 
JL-i  Thy  works  of  powrer  and  grace, 
When  to  our  ears  our  fathers  told. 

The  wonders  of  their  days. 

2  They  saw  the  beaut'ous  churches  rise, 

The  spreading  gospel  run  ; 
While  light  and  glory  from  the  skies 
Thrdugh  all  their  temples  shone. 

3  In  God  they  boasted  all  the  day, 

And  in  a  cheerful  throng 
Did  thousands  meet  to  praise  and  pray, 
And  grace  wras  all  their  song. 


PSALM  XUV.  81 

4  But  now  our  souls  arc  seiz'd  with  shame, 

Contusion  rills  our  face, 
To  hear  the  enemy  blaspheme, 
And  fools  reproach  thy  grace. 

5  Yet  have  we  not  forgot  out  God, 

Nor  falsely  dealt  with  heav'n, 
Nor  have  our  steps  declined  the  road 
Of  duty  thou  hast  given. 

6  Though  dragons  all  around  us  roar 

With  their  distructive  breath, 
And  thine  own  hand  has  bruis'd  us  sore, 
Hard  by  the  gates  of  death. 

PAUSE. 

7  We  are  expoYd  all  day  to  die, 

As  martyrs  for  thy  name  ; 
As  sheep  for  slaughter  bound  we  lie, 
And  wait  the  kindling  flame. 

8  Awake,  arise,  almighty  Lord, 

Why  sleeps  thy  wanted  grace? 
Why  should  we  seem  like  men  abhorr'd, 
Or  banish'd  from  thy  face  ? 

9  Wilt  thou  for  ever  cast  us  off, 

And  still  neglect  our  cries  ? 
For  ever  hide  thine  heav'nly  love 
From  our  afflicted  eyes  ? 

10  Down  to  the  dust  our  soul  is  bow'd, 

And  dies  upon  the  ground  ; 
Rise  for  our  help,  rebuke  the  proud, 
And  all  their  powers  confound. 

1 1  Redeem  us  from  perpetual  shame, 

Our  Saviour  and  our  God  ; 
We  plead  the  honours  of  thy  name, 
The  merits  of  thy  blood. 


S2  PSALM  XLV. 

PSALM  45.  Short  Metre. 


Y  Saviour  and  my  King, 
■m  Thy  beauties  are  divine  ; 
Thy  lips  with  blessings  overflow, 
And  ev'ry  grace  is  thine. 

2  Now  make  thy  glory  known, 

Gird  on  thy  dreadful  sword, 
And  rise  in  majesty  to  spread 
The  conquests ,of  thy  word. 

3  Strike  through  thy  stubborn  foes, 

Or  make  their  hearts  obey, 
While  justice,  meekness,  grace  and  truth 
Attend  thy  glorious  way. 

4  Thy  laws,  O  God,  are  right, 

Thy  throne  shall  ever  stand; 
And  thy  victorious  gospel  prove 
A  sceptre  in  thy  hand. 

5  [Thy  Father  and  thy  God 

Hath,  without  measure,  shed 
His  spirit  like  a  grateful  oil 
T'  anoint  thy  sacred  head.] 

6  [Behold  at  thy  right  hand 

The  Gentile  church  is  seen, 
A  beaut'ous  bride  in  rich  attire, 
And  Princes  guard  the  Queen.] 

7  Fair  bride,  receive  his  love, 

Forget  thy  father's  house ; 
Forsake  thy  gods,  thy  idol  gods, 
And  pay  the  Lord  thy  vows. 

8  Oh  let  thy  God  and  King 

Thy  sweetest  thoughts  employ ; 
Thy  children  shall  his  honour  sing, 
And  taste  the  heav'nly  joy. 


PSALM  XLV.  83 

PSALM  45.  Common  Metre. 

1  PLL  speak  the  honours  of  my  King,  «■»- 
A   His  form  divinely  fair; 

None  of  the  sons  of  mortal  race 
May  with  the  Lord  compare. 

2  Sweet  is  thy  speech  and  heav'nly  grace 

Upon  thy  lips  is  shed  ; 
Thy  God,  with  blessings  infinite, 
Hath  crown'd  thy  sacred  head. 

3  Gird  on  thy  sword,  victorious  Prince, 

■  Ride  with  majestic  sway  ; 
Thy  terror  shall  strike  through  thy  foes, 
And  make  the  world  obey. 

4  Thy  throne,  O  God,  forever  stands, 

Thy  word  of  grace  shall  prove 
A  peaceful  sceptre  in  thy  hands, 
To  rule  thy  saints  by  love. 

5  Justice  and  truth  attend  thee  still, 

But  mercy  is  thy  choice : 
And  God,  thy  God,  thy  soul  shall  £11 

With  most  peculiar  joys. 
PSALM  45.  First  Part.  Long  Metre. 

1  ]VT^^r  k°  my  neart  irispir'd  to  sing 
li\  The  glories  of  my  Saviour  King, 
Jesus  the  Lord;  how  heav'nly  fair 

His  form  !  how  bright  his  beauties  are  ! 

2  O'er  all  the  sons  of  human  race 
He  shines  with  far  superior  grace  ; 
Love  from  his  lips  divinely  flows, 
And  blessings  all  his  state  compose. 

5  Dress  thee  in  arms,  most  mighty  Lord, 
Gird  on  the  terror  of  thy  sword  ; 
In  majesty  and  glory  ride 
With  Truth  and  Meekness  at  thy  side. 


84  PSALM  XLV. 

4  Thine  anger  like  a  pointed  dart, 

Shall  pierce  the  foes  of  stubborn  hearts ; 
Or  words  of  mercy  kind  and  sweet 
Shall  melt  the  rebels  at  thy  feet. 

5  Thy  throne,  O  God,  for  ever  stands, 
Grace  is  the  sceptre  in  thy  hands ; 
Thy  laws  and  works  are  just  and  right. 
But  grace  and  justice  thy  delight. 

6  God,  thine  own  God  has  richly  shed, 
His  oil  of  gladness  on  thy  head ; 
And  with  his  sacred  spirit  bless'd 
His  first-born  Son  above  the  rest. 

PSALM  45.  Second  Part.  Long  Metre. 

1  r  |  ^HE  King  of  saints,  how  fair  his  face, 

A     Adorn'd  with  majesty  and  grace  I 
He  comes  with  blessings  from  above, 
And  wins  the  nations  to  his  love. 

2  At  his  right  hand  our  eyes  behold 
The  Queen  array'd  in  purest  gold ; 
The  world  admires  her  heav'nly  dress; 
Her  robes  of  joy  and  righteousness. 

3  He  forms  her  beauties  like  his  own, 
He  calls  and  seats  her  near  his  throne ; 
Fair  stranger,  let  thine  heart  forget 
The  idols  of  thy  native  state. 

4  So  shall  the  King  the  more  rejoice 
In  thee,  the  fav'rite  of  his  choice  ; 
Let  him  be  lov'd,  and  yet  ador'd, 
Tor  he's  thy  Maker  and  thy  Lord. 

5  Oh  happy  hour,  when  thou  shalt  rise 
To  his  fair  palace  in  the  skies, 

And  all  thy  sons  (a  num'rous  train) 
Each  jike  a  prince  in  glory  reign. 


PSALM  XLVI.  8j 

6  Let  endless  honours  crown  his  head ; 
Let  ev'ry  age  his  praises  spread; 
While  we  with  cheerful  songs  approve 
The  condescension  of  his  love. 

PSALM  46.  First  Part.  Long  Metre. 

1  f^  OO  is  the  refuge  of  his  saints, 

VX  When  storms  of  sharp  distress  invade  ; 
Ere  we  can  offer  our  complaints, 
Behold  him  present  with  his  aid. 

2  Let  mountains  from  their  seats  be  hurl'd 
Down  to  the  deep,  and  buried  there; 
Convulsions  shake  the  solid  world, 

Our  faith  shall  never  yield  to  fear. 

3  Loud  may  the  troubled  ocean  roar, 
In  sacred  peace  our  souls  abide, 
While  ev'n  nation,  ev'ry  shore 
Trembles,  and  dreads  the  swelling  tide. 

4  There  is  a  stream,  whose  gentle  flow 
Supplies  the  city  of  our  God! 

Lite,  love,  and  joy  still  gliding  thro' 
And  wat'ring  our  divine  abode. 

3  That  sacred  stream,  thine  holy  word, 
Supports  our  faith,  our  fear  controuls ; 
Sweet  peace  thy  promises  afford, 
And  give  new  strength  to  fainting  souls. 

6   %ion  enjoys  her  monarch's  love, 
Secure  against  a  thveatning  hour; 
Nor  can  her  firm  foundation  move, 
Built  on  his  truth,  and  arm'd  with  power. 
PSALM  46.  Second  Part.  Long  Metre. 

1    T    ET  Zion  in  her  King  rejoice, 

i^  Tho'  tyrants  rage,  and  kingdoms  rise; 
He  utters  his  almighty  voice, 
The  nations  melt,  the' tumult  dies. 

H 


86  PSALM  XLVII. 

2  The  Lord  of  old  for  Jacob  fought, 
And  Jacob's  God  is  still  our  aid ; 
Behold  the  works  his  hand  has  wrought, 
What  desolations  he  has  made  ! 

3  From  sea  to  sea,  through  all  the  shores 
He  makes  the  noise  of  battle  cease ; 
When  from  on  high  his  thunder  roars, 
He  awes  the  trembling  world  to  peace. 

1-  He  breaks  the  bow,  he  cuts  the  spear. 
Chariots  he  burns  with  heavily  flame , 
Let  earth  in  silent  wonder  hear 
The  sound  and  glory  of  his  name. 

5  "  Be  still,  and  learn  that  I  am  God, 
"  I  reign  exalted  o'er  the  lands, 

"  I  will  be  known  and  fear'd  abroad, 
"  But  still  my  throne  in  Zion  stands." 

6  O  Lord  of  hosts,  almighty  King, 
While  we  so  near  thy  presence  dwell, 
Our  faith  shall  sit  secure  and  sing, 
Nor  fear  the  raging  powers  of  hell. 

PSALM  47.  Common  Metre. 

1  /^\H  for  a  shout  of  sacred  joy 
\J  To  God,  the  sov'reigh  King ! 
Let  ev'ry  land  their  tongues  employ, 

And  hymns  of  triumph  sing. 

2  Jesus,  our  God,  ascends  on  high  3 

His  heav'nly  guards  around 
Attend  him  rising  thro'  the  sky, 
With  trumpet's  joyful  sound. 

3  While  angels  shout  and  praise  their  King, 

Let  mortals  learn  their  strains; 
Let  all  the  earth  his  honours  sing ; 
O'er  all  the  earth  he  reigns. 


PSALM  XLVIII.  M 

l  Rehearse  his  praise  with  awe  .profound, 
Let  knowledge  guide  the  songs 
Nor  mock  him  with  a  solemn  sound 
Upon  a  thoughtless  tongue. 
j  In  Israel  stood  his  ancient  throne, 
He  lov'd  that  chosen  race; 
But  now  lie  calls  the  world  his  own, 
And  heathens  taste  his  grace. 
6  The  Gentile  nations  are  the  Lord's, 
There  Abraham's  God  is  known; 
While   powers   and   princes,   shields  and 
swords, 
Submit  before  his  throne. 
PSALM  48.   1—8.  First  Part.  Short  Metre, 

1  [g^i  REAT  is  the  Lord  our  God, 

Kjf  And  let  his  praise  be  great; 
He  makes  his  churches  his  abode, 
His  most  delightful  seat. 

2  These  temples  of  his  grace, 

How  beautiful  they  stand  ! 

The  honours  of  our  native  place, 

And  bulwarks  of  our  land.] 

3  In  Zian  God  is  known 

A  refuge  in  distress ; 
How  bright  has  his  salvation  shone  I 
How  fair  his  heav 'nly  grace ! 

4  When  kings  against  her  join'd, 

And  saw  the  Lord  was  there, 
In  wild  confusion  of  the  mind 
They  fled  with  hasty  fear. 

5  When  navies,  tall  and  proud, 

Attempt  to  spoil  our  peace, 
He  sends  his  tempest  roaring  loud, 
And  sinks  them  in  the  seas. 


S8  PSALM  XLVIII. 

H  Oft  have  our  fathers  told, 
Our  eyes  have  often  seen, 
How  well  our  God  secures  the  fold 
Where  his  own  flocks  have  been. 
7  In  ev'ry  new  distress 

We'll  to  his  house  repair, 
Recal  to  mind  his  wond'rous  grace, 
And  seek  del iv'rance  there. 

PSALM  48.  10—14.  Second  Part.S.  Metre. 

1  T7AR  as  thy  name  is  known 

Jl     The  world  declares  thy  praise; 
Thy  Saints,  O  Lord,  before  thy  throne 
.    Their  songs  of  honour  raise. 

2  With  joy  thy  people  stand 

On  Zion's  chosen  hill, 
Proclaim  the  wonders  of  thy  hand, 
And  counsels  of  thy  will. 

3  Let  strangers  walk  around 

The  city  where  we  dwell, 
Compass  and  view  thine  holy  ground, 
And  mark  the  building  well: 

4  The  orders  of  thy  house, 

The  worship  of  thy  court, 
The  cheerful  songs,  the  solemn  vows ; 
And  make  a  fair  report. 

5  How  decent  and  how  wise  ' 

How  glorious  to  behold ! 
Beyond  the  pomp  that  charms  the  eyes, 
And  rites  adorn'd  with  gold. 

6  The  God  we  worship  now 

Will  guide  us  till  we  die ; 
Will  be  your  God  while  here  below  : 
And  ours  above  the  sky. 


PSALM  XLIX.  89 

PSALM  49.    6—14.    First  Part.    C.  Metre. 

1  TITHY  doth  the  man  of  riches  grow 

V  V     To  insolence  and  pride, 
To  sec  his  wealth  and  honours  flow 
With  ev'ry  rising  tide? 

2  [Why  doth  he  treat  the  poor  with  scorn, 

Made  of  the  self-same  clay, 
And  boast  as  though  his  flesh  was  born 
Of  better  dust  than  they  ?] 

3  Not  all  his  treasures  can  procure 

His  soul  a  short  reprieve, 
Redeem  from  death  one  guilty  hour, 
Or  make  his  brother  Jive. 

4  Eternal  life  can  ne'er  be  6old, 

The  ransom  is  too  high  ; 
Justice  will  ne'er  be  bribed  with  gold, 
That  man  may  never  die. 

5  He  sees  the  brutish  and  the  wise, 

The  tim'rous  and  the  brave, 
Quit  their  possessions,  close  their  eyes^ 
And  hasten  to  the  grave. 

6  Yet,  'tis  his  inward  thought  and  pride, 

"  My  house  shall  ever  stand  ; 
"  And  that  my  name  may  long  abide 
"  I'll  give  it  to  my  land." 

7  Vain  are  his  thoughts,  his  hopes  are  lost, 

How  soon  his  mem'ry  dies ! 
His  name  is  buried  in  the  dust, 
Where  his  own  body  lies. 
PAUSE. 
S  This  is  the  folly  of  their  way. 
And  yet  their  sons  as  vain 
Approve  the  words  their  fathers  say, 
And  act  their  works  again. 
H  2 


90  PSALM  XLIX. 

9  Men  void  of  wisdom  and  of  grace, 
Tho'  honour  raise  them  high, 
Live  like  the  beast,  a  thoughtless  race, 
And  like  the  beast  they  die, 
10  [Laid  in  the  grave,  like  silly  sheep, 
Death  triumphs  o'er  them  there, 
Till  the  last  trumpet  breaks  their  sleep, 
And  wakes  them  in  despair.] 
PSALM  49.  14,  15.  Second  Part.  C.  Metre. 

1  X^E  sons  of  pride,  that  hate  the  just, 

X     And  trample  on  the  poor, 
When  death  has  brought  you  down  to  dust, 
Your  pomp  shall  rise  no  more. 

2  The  last  great  day  shall  ohange  the  scene > 

When  will  that  hour  appear  ? 
When  shall  the  just  revive,  and  reign 
O'er  all  that  scorn'd  them  here  ? 

3  God  will  my  naked  soul  receive, 

Call'd  from  the  world  away, 
And  break  the  prison  of  the  grave, 
To  raise  my  mould'ring  clay. 

4  Heav'n  is  my  everlasting  home, 

Th'  inheritance  is  sure; 
Let  men  of  pride  their  rage  resume, 
But  I'll  repine  no  more. 

PSALM  49.  Long  Metre. 

1  T^7^Y  do  the  proud  insult  the  poor, 

¥  V  And  boast  the  large  estates  they  have  ? 
How  vain  are  riches  to  secure 
Their  haughty  owners  from  the  grave ! 

2  They  can't  redeem  an  hour  from  death 
With  all  the  wealth  in  which  they  trust; 
Nor  give  a  dying  brother  breath, 

When  God  commands  him  down  to  dust, 


PSALM  L.  91 

S  There  the  dark  earth  and  dismal  shade 
Shall  clasp  their  naked  bodies  round; 
That  flesh,  so  delicately  fed, 
Lies  cold,  and  moulders  in  the  ground. 

4  Like  thoughtless  sheep  the  sinner  dies, 
And  leaves  his  glories  in  the  tomb  ; 
The  saints  shall  in  the  morning  rise, 
And  hear  the  oppressor's  awful  doom. 

5  His  honors  perish  in  the  dust, 

And  pomp  and  beauty,  birth  and  blood; 
That  glorious  day  exalts  the  just 
To  full  dominion  o'er  the  proud. 

6  My  saviour  shall  my  life  restore, 
And  raise  me  from  my  dark  abode ; 
My  flesh  and  soul  shall  part  no  more, 
But  dwell  forever  near  my  God. 

PSALM  50.  Verse  1— G.  First  Part.  C.  M. 

1  HP  HE  Lord,  the  Judge,  before  his  throne 

JL    Bids  the  whole  earth  draw  nigh, 
The  nations  near  the  rising  sun, 
And  near  the  western  sky. 

2  No  more  shall  bold  blasphemers  say, 

Judgment  toitl  ne'er  begin  ; 
No  more  abuse  his  long  delay 
To  impudence  and  sin. 

3  Throned  on  a  cloud  our  God  shall  come, 

Bright  flames  prepare  his  way, 
Thunder  and  darkness,  fire  and  storm 
Lead  on  the  dreadful  day. 

4  Heav'n  from  above  his  call  shall  hear, 

Attending  Angels  come, 
And  earth  and  hell  shall  know  and  fear 
His  justice  and  their  doom. 


92  PSALM  L. 

5  "  But  gather  all  my  saints,  he  cries, 

"  That  made  their  peace  with  God 
"  By  the  Redeemers  sacrifice, 
"  And  seal'd  it  with  his  blood, 

6  "  Their  faith  and  works,  brought  forth  to 

"  Shall  make  the  world  confess       [light, 
"  My  sentence  of  reward  is  right, 
"  And  heav'n  adore  my  grace." 
PSALM  50.    10,11,14,15,23.  S.  Part.  C.  M. 

1  HTHUS  saith  the  Lord,  *  The  spacious 

X  "And  flocks  and  herds  are  mine,  [fields, 
"  O'er  all  the  cattle  of  the  hills 
"  I  claim  a  right  divine. 

2  "  I  ask  no  sheep  for  sacrifice, 

"  Nor  bullocks  burnt  with  fire  : 
"  To  hope  and  love,  to  pray  and  praise, 
"  Is  all  that  I  require. 

3  "  Invoke  my  name  when  trouble's  near, 

"  My  hand  shall  set  thee  free; 
"  Then  shall  thy  thankful  lips  declare 
"  The  honor  due  to  me. 

4  "The  man  that  offers  humble  praise, 

"  Declares  my  glory  best ; 
"  And  those  that  tread  my  holy  ways, 
"  Shall  my  salvation  taste." 
PSALM 50.  1,5,8,16,21.  T.  Part.  CM. 
lX7C7"HENC/fr/^/tojudgment  shall  descend* 
•t  V  And  saints  surround  their  Lord, 
He  calls  the  nations  to  attend, 
And  hear  his  awful  word. 
2  "  Not  for  the  want  of  bullocks  slain 
"  Will  I  the  world  reprove  ; 
"  Altars  and  rites,  and  forms  are  vain 
"  Without  the  fire  of  love. 


PSALM  L.  93 

3  "  And  what  have  hypocrites  to  do 

"  To  bring  their  sacrifice  ? 
"  They  call  my  statutes  just  and  true, 
"  But  deal  in  theft  and  lies. 

4  "  Could  you  expect  to  'scape  my  sight, 

:c  And  sin  without  controul  ? 
"  But  I  shall  bring  your  crimes  to  light, 
u  With  anguish  in  your  soul." 

5  Consider,  ye  that  slight  the  Lord, 

Before  his  wrath  appear; 
If  once  you  fall  beneath  his  sword, 
There's  no  deliv'rer  there. 

PSALM  50.  Long  Metre. 

1  nPIIE  Lord  thejudge,hischurcheswarns, 

A     Let  hypocrits  attend  and  fear, 
Who  place  their  hope  in  rites  and  forms, 
But  make  not  faith  nor  love  their  care. 

2  Vile  wretches,  dare  rehearse  his  name 
With  lips  of  falsehood  and  deceit ; 

A  friend  or  brother  they  defame, 
And  sooth  and  flatter  those  they  hate. 

3  They  watch  to  do  their  neighbours  wrong, 
Yet  dare  to  seek  their  maker's  face  ; 
They  take  his  cov'nant  on  their  tongue, 
But  break  his  laws,  abuse  his  grace* 

4  To  heav'n  they  lift  their  hands  unclean, 
DehTd  with  lust,  denTd  with  blood  ; 
By  night  they  practise  ev'ry  sin, 

By  day  their  mouths  draw  near  to  God. 

5  And  while -his  judgments  long  delav, 
They  grow  secure  and  sin  the  more  • 
They  think  he  sleeps  as  well  as  they, 
And  put  far  off  the  dreadful  hour.  ' 


94  PSALM  L. 

€  Oh  dreadful  hour!  when  God  draws  near, 
And  sets  their  crimes  before  their  eyes  ! 
His  wrath  their  guilty  souls  shall  tear, 
And  no  deliv'rer  dare  to  rise. 

PSALM  50.  To  a  new  Tune. 

1  r  I  M--IE  Lord,  the  sov'reign,  sends  his  sum-' 

JL      mons  forth, 

Calls  the  south  nations,and  awakes  the  north; 
From  east  to  west  the  sov'reign  orders  spread 
Thro'  distant  worlds  and  regions  of  the  dead ; 
No  more  shall  atheists  mock  his  long  delay ; 
His  vengeance  sleeps  no  more;  behold  the 
day ! 

2  Behold  the  judge  descends  !  his  guards  are 

nigh  ? 

Tempest  and  fire  attend  him  down  the  sky; 

Heav'n,  earth,  and  hell  draw  near ;  let  all 
things  come 

To  hear  his  justice  and  the  sinner's  doom; 

But  gather  first  my  saints  (the  judge  com- 
mands), 

Bring  them,  ye  Angels,  from  their  distant 
lands. 

S  Behold  my  cov'nant  stands  for  ever  good, 
Seal'd  by  th*  eternal  sacrifice  in  blood, 
And  sign'd  with  all  their  names;  theGY^A*, 

the  Jeiv9 
That  paid  the  ancient  worship  or  the  new; 
There's  no  distinction  here   prepare  their 

thrones, 
And  near  me  seat  myfav'rites  and  my  sons. 
4  I,  their  almighty  Saviour  and  their  God, 
I  am   their  Judge;  ye   heav'ns  proclaim 

abroad 


PSALM  L.  93 

My  just,  eternal  sentence,  and  declare 
Those  awful  truths,    that   sinners  dread  to 

hear  ; 
Sinners  in  %ion,  tremble  and  retire  ; 
I  doom  thee,  painted  hypocrite,  to  fire. 
Not  for  the  want  of  goats  or  bullocks  slain 
Do  I  condemn  thee;  bulls  and  goats  are  vain 
Without  the  flame  of  love;  in  vain  the  store 
Of  brutal  ofPrings  that  were  mine  before  ; 
Mine  are  the  tamer  beasts  and  savage  breed. 
Flocks,  herds,  and  fields,  and  forests  where 

they  feed. 

If  I  were  hungry,  would  I  ask  thee  food? 

When  did  I  thirst",  or  taste  the  victim's  blood? 

Can  I  be  flatter'd  with  thy  cringing  bows, 

Thy  solemn  chatt'rings  and  fantastic  vows? 

Are  my  eyes  charm'd  thy  vestments  to  be- 
hold, 

Glaring  in  gems,  and  gay  inwoven  gold? 

Unthinking  wretch  !  how  could'st  thou  hope 
to  please 

A  God,  a  Spirit,  with  such  toys  as  these  ? 

While  with  my  grace  and  statutes  on  thy 
tongue  ,       [wrong; 

Thou  lov'st^  deceit,  and  dost  thy  brother 

In  vain  to  pious  forms  thy  zeal  pretends, 

Thieves  and  adult 'rers  are  thychosen  friends. 

Silent  I  waited  with  long-suffring  love, 

But  didst  thou  hope  that  I  should  ne'er  re- 
prove ? 

And  cherish  such  an  impious  thought  within, 
That  God,  the  righteous,  would  indulge  thy 

sin  ? 
Behold  my  terrors  now;  my  thunders  roll, 
And  thy  own  crimes  affright  thy  guilty  soul. 


96  PSALM  L. 

9  Sinners,  awake  betimes;  ye  fools,  be  wise- 
Awake  before  this  dreadful  morning  rise ; 
Change  your  vain   thoughts,    your   sinful 

works  amend; 
Fly  to  the  Saviour,  make  the  Judge  your 

friend ;  ( 

Lest,  like  a  lion,  his  last  vengeance  tear 
Your  trembling  souls,  and  no  deliv'rer  near. 
PSALM  50.  To  the  old  proper  Tune. 

1  r"pHE  God  of  glory  sends  his  summons 

JL  forth, 

Calls  the  south  nations  and  awakes  the  north ; 

Tronic/  to  zcest  the  sov'reign  orders  spread, 

Thro' distant  wwlds  and  regions  of  the  dead. 

The  trumpet  sounds,  hell  trembles,  heav'n  re- 

3°'lCeS  \  .  '.   \         ,  r    j 

Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  saints,  with  cheerjul 
voices.  t 

2  Nomore  shall  atheists  mockhislong  delay ; 
His  vengeance  sleeps  no  more  ;  behold  the 


day  ' 


Behold'  the   Judge    descends;  his  guards 

are  nigh  ; 
Tempests  and  fire  attend  him  down  the  sky. 
When  God  appears,  all  nature  shall  adore  him  ; 
IVhile  sinners  tremble,  saints  rejoice  before  him. 
3  "  Heav'n  earth,    and  hell  draw  near  ;  let 
all  things  come  ,         ; 

"  To  h-armv  justice  and  the  sinner  scoom  ; 
«  But    gather   first   my  saints   (the  judge 

commands),  .      ' 

"  Brine  then;,  ye  angels,  from  their  distant 

i  &  i„  »  \swn  ; 

lanus.  l 

JVhen  Christ  returns,  wake  ex  ry  cheerjul <  pas- 

A?idShout9yesaints,htcomesjor  your  salvation. 


PSALM  L.  97 

4  "  Behold  my  cov'nant  stands  forever  £ood 
iC  Seal'd  by  th'  eternal  sacrifice  in  blood,  ' 
''And  sign'd   with  all  their  names;   the 
«-rL Gree\  the/CT,  (new." 

lhat  paid  the   ancient  worship  or  the 
T&etc's  no  distinction  here;  join  all  your  voices, 

And  raise  your  heads,  ye  saints,  for  heav'n  re 

jo  ices. 

5  "  Here  (saith  the  Lord)  ye  angels  spread 

their  thrones,  /sons  . 

"  And  near  me  seat  my  fav 'rites  and  my 
"  Come,  my    redeem'd,   possess  the  joys 

prepar'd  ' 

"  E'er  time  began,  'tis  your  divine  reward." 
ft  hen  Christ  returns,  wake  evry  cheerful  pas- 
sion ;  (Hon 

And  shout,  ye  saints,  he  comes  for  your  salva- 

PAUSE  the  First. 

6  Z  ll™  the  Saviour>  I  &■  almighty  God, 
1  he  sovereign  Judge:  ye  heav'ns  pro. 
claim  abroad 
u  My  just,  eternal  sentence,  and  declare 
Inose  awtul  truths  that  sinners  dread  to 
hear."   . 
When  God  appears  all  nature  shall  adore  him, 
H  inle  sinners  tremble,  saints  rejoice  before  him 
"  Stand  forth,  thou  bold  blasphemer,   and 
profane,  (ningsvain; 

Aow  feel  my  wrath,  nor  call  my  threat'- 
^  I  houhypocnte,  once  drestin  saintsattire, 
•    1  doom  the,  painted  hypocrite,  to  fire  " 

f^entproceeds^elltreinblesMav'nrejoices^ 
lAJt  upyour heads ,ye saints ymth  cheerful  voices 


98  PSALM  L. 

8  "  Not  for  the  want  of  goats  or  bullocks  slain 
"  Do  I  condemn  thee ;  bulls  and  goats  are 

vain  (store 

"  WithoutJ:he  flames  of  love;  in  vain  the 
"  OfbrutalorT,ringsthatwereminebefore.,, 

Earth  is  the  Lord's,  all  nature  shall  adore  him; 

While  sinners  tremble,  saints  rejoice  before  him \ 

9  "  If  I  were  hungry,  would  I  ask  thee  food? 
M  When  did  I  thirst,  or  drink  thy  bullock's 

blood  ?  (breed, 

"  Mine  are  the  tamer  beasts  and  savage 

"  Flocks,  herds,    and  fields,   and    forests 

where  they  feed." 

All  is  the  Lord's  ;  he  rules  the  wide  creation  ; 

Gives  sinners  vengeance,  and ]  the  saints  salvation. 

1 0  "  Can  I  be  flatter'd  with  thy  cringing  bows, 
"  Thy  solemn  chatt'rings  and  fantastic  vow  s? 
"  Are  my  eyes  charm'd  thy  vestments  to 

behold, 
"  Glaring  in  gems,  and  gay  in  woven  gold  ?" 
God  is  the  judge  of  hearts,  no  fair  disguises 
Can  screen  the  guilty  when  his  vengeance  rises. 
PAUSE  the  Second. 

11  "  Unthinking  wretch  !  how  couldst  thou 

hope  to  please 

"  A  God,  a  Spirit,  with  such  toys  as  these  ? 

"  While  with  my  grace  and  statutes  on  thy 

tongue  (wrong." 

"  Thou  lov'st  deceitfcnd  do'st  thy  brother 

Judgmentproceeds,helltrembles,Heavnrejoices; 

Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  saints,  with  cheerful 

voices. 
\  2  "  In  vain  to  pious  forms  thy  zeal  pretends ; 
"  Thieves  and  a^ult'rers  are  thy  chosen 
friends ; 


PSALM   LI.  99 

"While  the  fia?$e  flatt'rer  at  my  altar  waits, 
"I  IishardenYisoui divine instriu  tionhates." 
God  is  Ike  [fudge  of  hearts,  no  fair  disguises 
C  'an  screen  Vfie'guittij  when  his  vengeance  rises. 

1 3  "  Silent  I  waited  with  long-sufPring  love; 
ik  Hut  did'st  thou  hope  that  I  should  ne'er 

•reprove?  [within, 

"  And  cherish  such  an  impious  thought 
"That  the  All-I  loly  would  indulge  thy  sin?" 

See,  God  appeal's,  all  nations  join  V  adore  him; 

Judgment  proceeds,  and  sinners  fall  before  him. 

14  Behold  my  terrors  now;  my  thunders  roll ; 
"  And  thy  own  crimes  affright  thy  guilty 

soul; 
"  Now  like  a  lion  shall  my  vengeance  tear 
"  Tby  bleeding  heart,  and  no  deliv'rer  near.1 
Judgment  concludes,  hell  trembles,  heav'n  re* 

jo  ices  ; 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  saints,  zvilh  cheerful  voice s . 

EPIPHONEMA. 

1 5  "  Sinners  awake  betimes ;  ye  fools  be  wise ; 
"  Awake  before  this  dreadful  morning  rise ; 
"Change  your  vain  thoughts,  your  sinful 

works  amend,  (friend. " 

Ci  Fly  to  the  Saviour,  make  the  Judge  your 

Then  join  the-saints,  make  evry  cheerful  pass  ion; 

When  Christ  returns,  he  comesf or  your  salvation. 

PSALM  51.  First  Part.  Long  Metre. 

SHEW  pity,  Lord,  O  Lord,  forgive, 
Let  a  repenting  rebel  live  ; 
Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  thee  ? 


100  PSALM  LI. 

2  My  crimes  are  great,  but  can't  surpass 
The  power  and  glory  of  thy  grace  ; 
Great  God,  thy  nature  hath  no  bound, 
So  let  thy  pard'ning  love  be  found. 

S  Oh  wash  my  soul  from  ev'ry  sin, 

And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean  ; 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies ; 
And  past  offences  pain  my  eyes. 

4  My  lips,  with  shame,  my  sins  confess, 
Against  thy  law,  against  thy  grace  ; 
Lord,  should  thy  jndgment  grow  severe, 
I  am  condemn'd,  but  thou  art  clear. 

5  Should  sudden  vengeance  seize  my  breath, 
I  must  pronounce  thee  just  in  death  j 
And  if  my  soul  were  sent  to  hell, 

Thy  righteous  law  approves  it  well. 

6  Yet  save  a  trembling  sinner,  Lord, 
Whose  hope,  still  hov'ring  round  thy  word, 
Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there, 
Some  sure  support  against  despair. 

PSALM  51.  Second  Part.  Long  Metre. 

1  T    ORD,  I  am  vile,  conceived  in  sin, 

1  j  And  born  unholy  and  unclean  ; 
Sprung  from  the  man  whose  guilty  fall 
Corrupts  the  race,  and  taints  us  all. 

2  Soon  as  we  draw  our  infant  breath, 
The  seeds  of  sin  grow  up  for  death  ; 
The  law  demands  a  perfect  heart  -y 
But  we're  defil'd  in  ev'ry  part. 

3  [Great  God,  create  my  heart  a-new, 
And  from  my  spirit  pure  and  true ; 
Oh  make  me  wise  betimes  to  spy 
My  danger  and  my  remedy.] 


PSALM  LI.  101 

4  Behold,  I  fall  before  thy  face ; 
My  only  refuge  is  thy  grace  ; 

No  outward  forms  can  make  me  clean, 
The  leprosy  lies  deep  within. 

5  No  bleeding  bird,  nor  bleeding  beast, 
Nor  hysop-branch,  nor  sprinkling  priest, 
Nor  running  brook,  nor  flood,  nor  sea, 
Can  wash  the  dismal  stain  away. 

6  Jesus,  my  God,  thy  blood  alone 
Hath  power  sufficient  to  atone  ; 

Thy  blood  can  make  me  white  as  snow  ; 
No  Jdunsh  types  could  cleanse  me  so. 

7  While  guilt  disturbs  and  breaks  my  peace, 
Nor  flesh  nor  soul  hath  rest  or  ease; 
Lord,  let  me  hear  thy  pard'ning  voice ; 
And  make  my  broken  heart  rejoice. 

PSALM  51.  Third  Part.  Long  Metre. 

1  f^\  TPIOU  that  hear'st  when  sinners  cry, 
V-/  Though  all  my  crimes  before  thee  lfe, 
Behold  them  not  with  angry  look,* 

But  blot  their  mem'ry  from  thy  book. 

2  Create  my  nature  pure  within, 
And  form  my  soul  averse  to  sin : 
Let  thy  good  spirit  ne'er  depart, 
Nor  hide  thy  presence  from  my  heart. 

3  I  cannot  live  without  thy  light, 

Cast  out  and  banish'd  from  thy  sight; 
Thine  holy  joys,  my  God,  restore, 
And  guard  me,  that  I  fall  no  more. 

4  Though  I  have  griev'd  thy  spirit,  Lord, 
Thy  help  and  comfort  still  afford, 

And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne, 
To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 
I  2 


102  PSALM  LI. 

5  A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my  King, 
Is  all  the  sacrifice  I  bring  \ 

The  God  of  Grace  will  ne'er  despise 
A  broken  heart  for  sacrifice. 

6  My  soul  lies  humbled  in  the  dust, 
And  owns  thy  dreadful  sentence  just ; 
Look  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 
And  save  the  soul  condemn 'd  to  die. 

7  Then  will  I  teach  the  world  thy  ways ; 
Sinners  shall  learn  thy  sov'reign  grace  ; 
I'll  lead  them  to  my  Saviour's  blood, 
And  they  shall  praise  a  pard'ning  God. 

8  O  may  thy  love  inspire  my  tongue  ! 
Salvation  shall  be  all  my  song  ; 
And  all  my  powers  shall  join  to  bless 
The  Lord,  my  strength  and  righteousness. 

PSALM  51.  3—13.  First  Part.    C.  Metre. 

1  T    ORD,  I  would  spread  my  sore  distress 
JLrf  And  guilt  before  thine  eyes  : 
Against  thy  laws,  against  thy  grace, 

How  high  my  crimes  arise  ! 

2  Should'st  thou  condemn  my  soul  to  hell, 

And  crush  my  fiesh  to  dust, 
Heav'n  would  approve  thy  vengeance  well, 
And  earth  must  own  it  just. 

3  I  from  the  stock  of  Adam  came, 

Unholy. and  unclean  ; 
All  my  original  is  shame, 
And  ail  my  nature  sin. 

4  Born  in  a  world  of  guilt,  I  drew 

Contagion  with  my  breath  ; 
And  as  my  days  advanc'd,  I  grew 
A  juster  prey  for  death. 


PSALM  LII.  103 

5  Cleanse  me,  O  Lord,  and  cheer  my  soul 

With  thy  forgiving  love  ; 
Oh  make  thy  broken  spirit  whole, 
And  bid  my  pains  remove. 

6  Let  not  thy  spirit  e'er  depart, 

Nor  drive  me  from  thy  face  ; 
Create  a-new  my  vicious  heart, 
And  fill  it  with  thy  grace. 

7  Then  will  I  make  thy  mercy  known 

Before  the  sons  of  men  ; 
Backsliders  shall  address  thy  throne, 
And  turn  to  God  again. 
PSALM  51.    14—  27.    S.  Part.    C,  Metre. 

1  /^\  GOD  of  mercy,  hear  my  call,. 
Suae  My  loads  of  guilt  remove, 
Break  down  this  separating  wall 

That  bars  thee  from  my  love. 

2  Give  me  the  presence  of  my  grace, 

Then  my  rejoicing  tongue 
Shall  speak  aloud  thy  righteousness,, 
And  make  thy  praise  my  song. 

3  No  blood  of  goats  nor  heifer  slain, 

For  sin  could  e'er  atone  ; 
The  death  of  Christ  shall  still  remain 
Sufficient  and  alone. 

4  A  soul  opprest  with  sin's  desert 

My  God  will  ne'er  despise ; 
A  humble  groan,  a  broken  heart 
Is  our  best  sacrifice. 
.  PSALM  52.  Common  Metre. 
1   \\7HY  should  the  mighty  make  their 
V  V    And  heav'nly  grace  despise  ?  (boast, 
In  their  own  arm  they  put  their  trust, 
And  fill  their  mouth  with  lies. 


104  PSALM  LII. 

£  But  God  in  vengeance  shall  destroy, 
And  drive  them  from  his  face  ; 
No  more  shall  they  his  church  annoy, 
Nor  find  on  earth  a  place. 

3  But  like  a  cultur'd  olive  grove, 

Dress'd  in  immortal  green, 
Thy  children,  blooming  in  thy  love, 
Amid  thy  courts  are  seen. 

4  On  thine  eternal  grace,  O  Lord, 

Thy  saints  shall  rest  secure, 
And  all  who  trust  thy  holy  word, 
Shall  find  salvation  sure. 

PSALM  52.  Long  Metre. 

1  T7TTHY  should  the  haughty  hero  boast 

V  V     His  vengeful  arm,  his  warlike  host  ? 
While  blood  denies  his  cruel  hand, 
And  desolation  wastes  the  land. 

2  He  joys  to  hear  the  captive's  cry, 

The  widow's  groan,  the  orphan's  sigh  : 
And  when  the  wearied  sword  would  spare, 
His  falsehood  spreads  the  fatal  snare. 

3  He  triumphs  in  the  deeds  of  wrong, 
And  arms  with  rage  his  impious  tongue ; 
With  pride  proclaims  his  dreadful  power, 
And  bids  the  trembling  world  adore. 

4  But  God  beholds,  and  with  a  frown, 
Casts  to  the  dust  his  honours  down  5 
The  righteous  freed,  their  hopes  recal, 
And  hail  the  proud  oppressor's  fall. 

5  How  long  th'  insulting  tyrant  .lies, 
Who  dar'd  th'  eternal  power  despise ! 
And  vainly  deem'd,  with  envious  joy, 
His  arm  almighty  to  destroy. 


PSALM  LIV.  103 

C  We  praise  the  Lord,  who  heard  our  cries, 
And  sent  salvation  from  the  skies  ; 
The  saints  who  saw  our  mournful  days, 
Shall  join  our  grateful  songs  of  praise. 
PSALM  53.  4—6.  Common  Metre. 

1  A   RE  all  the  foes  of  Zion  fools 
ix   Who  thus  destroy  her  saints  ? 
Do  they  not  know  her  Saviour  rules, 

And  pities  her  complaints  ? 

2  They  shall  be  seiz'd  with  sad  surprise  ; 

For  God's  avenging  arm 
Shall  crush  the  hand  that  dares  arise, 
To  do  his  children  harm. 

3  In  vain  the  sons  of  Satan  boast 

Of  armies  in  array  ; 
When  God  has  first  despis'd  their  host, 
They  fall  an  easy  prey. 

4  Oh  for  a  word  from  Zion's  King, 

Her  captives  to  restore  ! 
Thy  joyful  saints  thy  praise  shall  sing, 
And  Israel  weep  no  more. 
PSALM  54.  Common  Metre. 

1  T3EH0LD  us,  Lord,  and  let  our  crj 
-D  Before  thy  throne  ascend  -, 

Cast  thou  on  us  a  pitying  eye, 
And  still  our  lives  defend. 

2  For  slaught'ring  foes  insult  us  round ; 

Oppressive,  proud,  and  vain, 
They  cast  thy  temples  totfhe  ground, 

And  call  our  rites  profane. 
I  Yet  thy  forgiving  grace  we  trust, 

And  in  thy  power  rejoice  ; 
Thine  arm  shall  crush  our  foes  to  dust, 

Thy  praise  inspire  our  voice. 


106  PSALM  LV. 

4  Be  ttjou  with  those  whose  friendly  hand 
Upheld  us  in  distress, 
Extend  thy  truth  through  ev'ry  land, 
And  still  thy  people  bless. 
PSALM  55.    1—8,  16,  17,  18.  C.  Metre. 

1  /^\  GGD,  my  refuge,  hear  my  cries, 
V-/  Behold  my  flowing  tears, 

For  earth  and  hell  my  hurt  devise, 
And  triumph  in  my  fears. 

2  There  rage 'is  kveli'd  at  my  life, 

My  soul  with  guilt  they  load, 
And  fill  my  thoughts  with  inward  strife, 
To  shake  my  hope  in  God. 

3  What  inward  pains  my  heart-strings  wound ! 

I  groan  with  ev'ry  breath; 
Horror  and  fear  beset  me  round 
Amongst  the  shades  of  death. 

4  Oh  were  I  like  a  feather'd  dove, 

And  innocence  had  wintrs, 
I'd  fly,  and  make  a  long  remove 
From  all  these  restless  things. 

5  Let  me  to  some  wild  desert  go, 

And  find  a  peaceful  home, 
Where  storms  of  malice  never  blow, 
Temptations  never  come. 

6  Vain  hopes,  and  vain  inventions  all 

To  'scape  the  rage  of  hell ! 
The  mighty  God,  on  whom  /  call,. 
Can  save  m^here  as  well. 
PAUSE. 

7  By  morning  light  I'll  seek  his  face, 

At  noon  repeat  my  cry  ; 
The  night  shall  hear  me  ask  his  grace, 
Nor  will  he  long  deny. 


1'hAl.M    LA.  107 

8  God  shall  preserve  my  soul  from  fear, 

Or  shield  me  when  afraid  ; 
Ten  thousand  angels  must  appear 
If  he  command  their  aid. 

9  I  cast  my  burdens  on  the  Lord, 

The  Lord  sustains  them  all ; 
My  courage  rest  upon  his  word, 
That  saints  shall  never  fall. 

10  My  highest  hopes  shall  not  be  vain, 

My  lips  shall  spread  his  praise ; 
While  cruel  and  deceitful  men, 
Scarce  live  out  half  their  days, 

PSALM  55.    15,  16,  17,  19,  22.    S.  Metre. 

1  ET  sinners  take  their  course, 
JL-rf  And  choose  the  road  to  death  -, 
But  in  the  worship  of  my  God 

I'll  spend  my  daily  breath. 

2  My  thoughts  address  his  throne, 

When  morning  brings  the  light; 
I  seek  his  blessing  ev'ry  noon, 
And  pay  my  vows  at  night. 

3  Thou  wilt  regard  my  cries, 

O  my  eternal  God  ! 
While  sinners  perish  in  surprise, 
Beneath  thine  angry  rod. 

4  Because  they  dwell  at  ease, 

And  no  sad  changes  feel, 
They  neither  fear,  nor  trust  thy  name, 
Nor  learn  to  do  thy  will, 

5  But  I,  with  all  my  cares, 

Will  lean  upon  the  Lord  ; 
I'll  cast  my  burdens  on  his  arm, 
And  rest  upon  his  word. 


108  PSALM  LVI. 

6  His  arm  shall  well  sustain 
The  children  of  his  love  ; 
The  ground  on  which  their  safety  stands, 
No  earthly  power  can  move. 
PSALM  56.  Common  Metre. 

1  /^  THOU  whose  justice  reigns  on  high, 
v_y  And  makes  th'  oppressor  cease, 
Behold  how  envious  sinners  try 

To  vex  and  break  my  peace, 

2  The  sons  of  violence  and  lies 

Join  to  devour  me,  Lord  ; 
But  as  my  hourly  dangers  rise, 

My  refuge  is  thy  word. 
S  In  God  most  holy,  just,  and  true, 

I  have  repos'd  my  trust ; 
Nor  will  I  fear  what  flesh  can  do, 

The  offspring  of  the  dust, 

4  They  wrest  my  words  to  mischief  still, 

Charge  me  with  unknown  faults  ; 
For  mischiefs  all  their  counsels  fill, 
And  malice  all  their  thoughts. 

5  Shall  they  escape  without  thy  frown  ? 

Must  their  devices  stand  ? 
Oh  cast  the  haughty  sinner  down, 
And  let  him  know  thy  hand  ! 
PAUSE. 

6  God  sees  the  sorrows  of  his  saints, 

Their  groans  affect  his  ears  ; 
Thy  mercy  counts  thy  just  complaints, 
And  numbers  all  my  tears. 

7  When  to  thy  throne  I  raise  my  cry, 

The  wicked  fear  and  flee  : 
So  swift  is  prayer  to  reach  the  sky, 
So  near  is  God  to  me. 


PSALM  LVII.  109 

8  In  thee,  most  holy,  just,  and  true, 

I  have  repos'd  my  trust ; 
Nor  will  I  tear  what  man  can  do, 
The  offspring  of  the  dust. 

9  Thy  solemn  vows  arc  on  me,  Lord, 

Thou  shalt  receive  my  praise ; 
I'll  sing  Jww  faithful  is  thy  word  ! 
How  righteous  all  thy  ways  ! 

10  Thou  hast  secur'd  my  soul  from  death, 

Oh  set  thy  prisoner  free, 
That  heart  and  hand,  and  life  and  breath 
May  be  employ'd  for  thee. 

TSALM  57.  Long  Metre. 

l"\  TY  God,  in  whom  are  all  the  springs 
XVX  Oi  boundless  love  and  grace  unknowm, 
Hide  me  beneath  thy  spreading  wTings, 
Till  the  dark  cloud  is  overblown. 

2  Up  to  the  heavens  I  send  my  cry, 
The  Lord  will  my  desires  perform; 
He  sends  his  angels  from  the  sky, 

And  saves  me  from  the  threatening  storm 

3  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 

Above  the  heavens  where  angels  dwell; 
Thy  power  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

4  My  heart  is  fix'd;  my  song  shall  raise 
Immortal  honours  to  thy  name; 
Awake,  my  tongue,  to  sound  his  praise, 
My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame, 

5  High  o'er  the  earth  his  mercy  reigns, 
And  reaches  to  the  utmost  sky; 

His  truth  to  endless  years  remains, 
When  lower  worlds  dissolve  and  die. 

K 


1 10  PSALM  LVIII. 

6  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 

Above  the 'heav'ns  where  angels  dwell; 
Thy  power  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 
PSALM  58.   As  the  113th  Psalm. 

1  FUDGES,  who  rule  the  world  by  laws, 
•J    Will  ye  despise  the  righteous  cause, 

When  vile  oppression  wastes  the  land  ? 
Dare  ye  condemn  the  righteous  poor, 
And  let  rich  sinners  'scape  secure, 

While  gold  and  greatness  bribe  your  hand. 

2  Have  ye  forgot,  or  never  knew 
That  God  will  judge  the  judges  too? 

High  in  the  heav'ns  his  justice  reigns; 
Yet  you  invade  the  rights  of  God; 
And  send  your  bold  decrees  abroad, 

To  bind  the  conscience  in  your  chains. 

3  A  poisoned  arrow  is  your  tongue, 
The  arrow  sharp,  the  poison  strong. 

And  death  attends  where'er  it  wounds; 
You  hear  no  counsels,  cries,  or  tears; 
So  the  deaf  adder  stops  her  ears 

Against  the  power  of  charming  sounds. 

4  Break  out  their  teeth,  eternal  God; 
Those  teeth  of  lions  dy'd  in  blood; 

And  crush  the  serpents  in  the  dust: 
As  empty  chaff,  when  whirlwinds  rise, 
Before  the  sweeping  tempest  flies, 

So  let  their  hopes  and  names  be  lost. 

5  TV  Almighty  thunders  from  the  sky, 
Their  grandeur  melts,  their  titles  die, 

As  hills  of  snow  dissolve  and  run, 
Or  snails  that  perish  in  their  slime, 
Or  births  that  come  before  their  time, 

Vain  births  that  never  see  the  sun. 


PSALM  LIX.  in 

6  Thus  shall  the  vengeance  of  the  Lord 
Safety  and  joy  to  saints  afford; 

And  all  that  hear  shall  join  and  say, 
"  Sure  there's  a  Cod  that  rules  on  high, 
"  A  Cod  that  hears  his  children  cry, 

"  And  will  their  suil'rings  well  repay  " 
PSALM  59     Short  'Metre. 

1  T^ROM  toes  that  round  us  rise, 
X     O  God  of  heav'n  defend, 

Who  brave  the  vengeance  of  the  skies, 
And  with  thy  saints  contend. 

2  Behold,  from  distant  shores, 

And  desert  wilds  they  come, 
Combine  for  blood  their  barb'rous  force, 
And  thro'  thy  cities  roam. 

3  Beneath  the  silent  shade, 

Their  secret  plots  they  lay, 
Our  peaceful  walls  by  night  invade, 
And  waste  the  fields  by  day. 
I  And  will  the  God  of  grace, 
Regardless  of  our  pain, 
Permit  secure  that  impious  race 
To  riot  in  their  reign  ? 
5  In  vain  their  secret  guile,     . 
Or  open  force  they  prove  ; 
His  eye  can  pierce  the  depest  veil, 
His  hand  their  strength  remove. 
)   Yet  save  them,  Lord,  from  death, 
Lest  we  forget  their  doom  ; 
But  drive  them  with  thine  angry  breath. 
Thro'  distant  lands  to  roam. 

7  Then  shall  our  greatful  voice 

Proclaim  our  guardian  God; 
The  nations  round  the  earth  rejoice, 
And  sound  the  praise  abroad, 


112  PSALM  LXI. 

PSALM  60.  Common  Mdtre. 

1  T    ORD,thouhastscourg'd  our  guilty  land, 
-L-i  Behold  thy  people  mourn ; 

Shall  vengeance  ever  guide  thy  hand, 
And  mercy  ne'er  return? 

2  Beneath  the  terrors  of  thine  eye, 

Earth's  haughty  towers  decay  ; 
Thy  frowning  mantle  spreads  the  sky, 
And  mortals  melt  away. 

3  Our  Zion  trembles  at  thy  stroke, 

And  dreads  thy  lifted  hand  3 
Oh,  heal  the  people  thou  hast  broke, 
And  save  the  sinking  land. 

4  Exalt  thy  banner  in  the  field, 

For  those  that  fear  thy  name ; 
From  barb'rous  hoasts  our  nation  shield, 
And  put  our  foes  to  shame. 

5  Attend  our  armies  to  the  fight,' 

And  be  their  guardian  God ; 
In  vain  shall  num'rous  powers  unite 
Against  thy  lifted  rod. 

6  Our  troops,  beneath  thy  guiding  hand, 

Shall  gain  a  glad  renown : 
Tis  God  who  makes  the  feeble  stand, 
And  treads  the  mighty  down. 
PSALM  61.   1—6.  Short  Metre. 

1  TTTHEN  overwhelm^  with  grief, 

V  V     My  heart  within  me  dies, 
Helpless  and  far  from  all  relief, 
To  heav'n  I  lift  mine  eyes. 

2  Oh  lead  me  to  the  rock 

That's  high  above  my  head, 
And  make  the  covert  of  thy  wings 
My  shelter  and  my  shade. 


PSALM  LXII.  113 

3  Within  thy  presence,  Lord, 

For  ever  1'Jl  abide; 
Thou  art  the  tower  of  my  defence, 
The  refuge  where  I  hide. 

4  Thou  givest  me  the  lot 

Of  those  that  fear  thy  name ; 
If  endless  life  be  their  reward, 
I  shall  possess  the  same. 

PSALM  62.  5—12.  Long  Metre. 

1  AyTY  spirit  looks  to  God  alone; 
IVA  My  rock  and  refuge  is  his  throne  ; 
In  all  my  fears,  in  all  my  straits, 

My  soul  on  his  salvation  waits.  * 

2  Trust  him,  ye  saints,  in  all  your  ways, 
Pour  out  your  hearts  before  his  face ; 
When  helpers  fail,  and  foes  invade, 
God  is  our  all-sufficient  aid. 

}   False  are  "the  men  of  high  degree, 
The  baser  sort  are  vanity; 
Laid  in  the  balance,  both  appear 
Light  as  a  puff  of  empty  air. 

I-  Make  not  increasing  gold  vour  trust, 
Nor  set  your  hearts  on  glitt'ring  dust; 
Why  will  you  grasp  the  fleeting  smoke, 
And  not  believe  what  God  has  spok 
Once  has  his  awful  voice  declar'd 
Onee  and  again  my  ears  have  heard, 
"  All  power  is  his  eternal  due;" 
He  must  be  fear'd  and  trusted  too. 
For  sovereign  power  reigns  not  alone, 
Grace  is  a  partner  of  the  throne: 
Thy  grace  and  justice,  mighty  Lord, 
Shall  well  divide  our  last  reward. 
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114  PSALM  LXIII. 

PSALM  63.   1,2,  5,  3,  4,  First  Part.  C.  M 

1  T^ARLY,  my  God,  without  delay, 
XL*  I  haste  to  seek  thy  face ; 

My  thirsty  spirit  faints  away, 
Without  thy  cheering  grace. 

2  So  pilgrims. on  the  scorching  sand, 

Beneath  a  burning  sky, 
Long  for  a  cooling  stream  at  hand, 
And  they  must  drink  or  die. 

3  IVe  seen  thy  glory  and  thy  power 

Thro'  all  thy  temple  shine; 
My  God,  repeat  that  heav'nly  hour, 
That  vision  so  divine. 

4  Not  all  the  blessings  of  a  feast 

Can  please  my  soul  so  well, 
As  when  thy  richer  grace  I  taste, 
And  in  thy  presence  dwell. 

5  Not  life  itself,  with  all  its  joys, 

Can  my  best  passions  move,  ' 
Or  raise  so  high  my  cheerful  voice, 
As  thy  forgiving  love. 

6  Thus  till  my  last  expiring  day 

I'll  bless  my  God  and  King;     > 
Thus  will  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 
And  tune  my  lips  to  sing. 
PSALM  63.  6,  10.  Second  Part.  C.  Metre. 

1  ?5|7.WA§  in  the  watches  of  the  night 

JL    I  thought  upon  thy  power, 
I  kept  thy  lovely  face  in  sight 
Amidst  the  darkest  hour. 

2  My  flesh  lay  resting  on  my  bed, 

My  soul  arose  on  high; 
My  God,  my  life,  my  hope,  I  said, 
Bring  thy  salvation  nigh, 


PSALM  LXIII.  115 

3  My  spirit  labours  up  thine  hill, 

And  climbs  the  heav'nly  road; 
But  thy  right  hand  upholds  me  still, 
While  1  pursue  my  God. 

4  Thy  mercy  stretches  o'er  my  head 

The  shadow  of  thy  wings ; 
My  heart  rejoices  in  thine  aid, 
My  tongue  awakes  and  sings. 

5  But  the  destroyers  of  my  peace 

Shall  fret  and  rage  in  vain; 
The  tempter  shall  forever  cease, 
And  all  my  sins  be  slain. 

6  Thy  sword  shall  give  my  foes  to  death, 

And  send  them  down  to  dwell 
*    In  the  dark  caverns  of  the  earth, 
Or  in  the  deeps  of  hell. 

PSALM  63.     Long  Metre. 

1  /^REATGod,indulgemyhumbleclaim, 
VT  Thou  art  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  rest ; 
The  glories  that  compose  thy  name 
Stand  all  engag'd  to  make  me  blest. 

2  Thou  great  and  good,  thou  just  and  wise, 
Thou  art  my  father  and  my  God; 

And  I  am  thine  by  sacred  ties ; 

Thy  son,  thy  servant  bought  with  blood. 

3  With  heart,  and  eyes,  and  lifted  hands, 
For  thee  I  long,  to  thee  I  look, 

As  travellers,  in  thirsty  lands, 
Pant  for  inc  cooling  water  brook. 

4  With  early  feet  I  love  t'  appear 
Among  thy  saints, -and  seek  thy  face; 
Oit-have  I  seen  thy  glory  there, 

And  felt  the  power  of  sov'reign  grifce. 


116  PSALM  LXIIL 

5  Not  fruits,  nor  wines  that  tempt  our  taste, 
No  pleasures  that  to  sense  belong, 
Could  make  me  so  divinely  blest, 

Or  raise  so  high  my  cheerful  song. 

6  My  life  itself,  without  thy  love, 
No  taste  or  pleasure  could  afford ; 
'Twould  but  a  tiresome  burden  prove, 
If  I  were  banish 'd  from  the  Lord. 

7  Amidst  the  wakeful.hours  of  night, 
When  busy  cares  afflict  my  head, 

One  thought  of  thee  gives  new  delight, 
And  adds  refreshment  to  my  bed. 

8  VU  lift  my  hands,  I'll  raise  my  voice, 
While  I  have  breath  to  pray  or  praise ; 
This  work  shall  make  my  heart  rejoice, 
And  bless  the  remnant  of  my  days. 

PSALM  63.  .  Short  Metre. 

1  l\/jTY  God,  permit  my  tongue 
1.YA  This  joy,  to  call  the  mine  ; 
And  let  my  early  cries  prevail 

To  taste  thy  love  divine. 

2  My  thirsty,  fainting  soul 

Thy  mercy  does  implore  : 
Not  travellers  in  desert  lands 
Can  pant  for  water  more 

3  Within  thy  churches,  Lord, 

I  long  to  find  my  place, 
Thy  power  and  glory  to  behold, 
And  feel  thy  quick'ning  grace, 

I  For  life  without  thy  love 
No  relish  can  afford ; 
No  joy  can  be  compar'd  with  this, 
To  serve  and  please  the  Lord. 


PSALM  LXIV.  1 1 

5  To  thee  I'll  lift  my  hands, 

And  praise  thee  while  1  live ; 
Not  the  *ich  dainties  of  a  feast 
Such  food  or  pleasure  give. 

6  In  wakeful  hours  of  night, 

I  call  mv  God  to  mind ; 
I  think  how  wise  thy  counsels  are, 
And  all  thy  dealings  kind. 

7  Since  thou  hast  been  my  help, 

To  thee  my  spirit  flits, 
And  on  thy  watchful  providence 
My  cheerful  hope  relies. 

8  The  shadow  of  thy  wings 

My  soul  in  safety  keeps  ; 
I  follow  where  my  father  leads, 
And  he  supports  my  steps. 

PSALM  64.     Lone  Metre. 


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1  jO  RE  AT  God,  attend  to  my  complaint, 
VX  Nor  let  my  drooping  spirit  faint ; 
When  foes  in  secret  spread  the  snare, 
Let  my  salvation  be  thy  care. 

2  Shield  me  without,  and  guard  within, 
From  treach'rous  foes  and  deadly  sin  > 
May  envy,  lust,  and  pride  depart, 
And  heav'nly  grace  expand  my  heart. 

3  Thy  justice  and  thy  power  display, 
And  scatter  far  thy  foes  away; 
While  list'ning  nations  learn  thy  word, 
And  saints  triumphant  bless  the  Lord. 

4  Then  shall  thy  church  exalt  her  voice, 
And  all  that  love  thy  name  rejoice ; 
By  faith  approach  thine  awful  throne, 
And  plead  the  merits  of  thv  son. 


118  PSALM  LXV. 

PSALM  65.    1—5.  First  Part.  Long  Metre. 

1  nP^  Praise  of  Zion  waits  for  thee, 

X  My  God  jandpraisebeconjps  thy  house; 
There  shall  thy  saints  thy  glory  see, 
And  there  perform  their  public  vows. 

2  O  thou,  whose  mercy  bends  {he  skies, 
To  save  when  humble  sinners  pray; 
All  lands  to  thee  shall  lift  their  eyes, 
And  ev'ry  yielding  heart  obey. 

3  Against  my  will  my  sins  prevail, 
But  grace  shall  purge  away  the  stain ; 
The  blood  of  Christ  will  never  fail 
To  wash  my  garments  white  again. 

4  Blest  is  the  man  whom  thou  shalt  choose, 
And  give  him  kind  access  to  thee ; 

Give  him  a  place  within  thy  house, 
To  taste  thy  love  divinely  free. 
PAUSE. 

5  Let  Babel  fear  when  Zion  prays; 
Babel  prepare  for  long  distress, 
When  Zion's  God  himself  arrays 
In  terror  and  in  righteousness. 

6  With  dreadful  glory  God  fulfils 
What  his  afflicted  saints  request; 
And  with  almighty  wrath  reveals 
His  love  to  give  his  churches  rest. 

7  Then  shall  the  flocking  nations  run 
To  Zion's  hill,  and  own  their  Lord  ; 
The  rising  and  the  setting  sun 
Shall  see  the  Saviour's  name  ador'd. 

PSALM  65.  5—13.  Second  Part.  L.  Metre. 

1  HPTIE  God  of  our  salvation  hears 

Jl    The  groans  of  Zion  mix'd  with  tears ; 
Yet  when  he  comes  with  kind  designs, 
Thro'  all  the  way  his  terror  shines. 


PSALM  LXV.  119 

2  On  him  the  race  or  man  depends, 
Far  as  the  earth's  remotest  ends, 
Where  the  creator's  name  is  known 
By  nature's  feeble  light  alone. 

3  Sailors,  that  travel  o'er  the  flood, 
Address  their  frighted  souls  to  God, 
When  tempests  rage  and  billows  roar 
At  dreadful  distance  from  the  shore. 

4  He  bids  the  noisy  tempest  cease  ; 
He  calms  the  raging  crowd  to  peace, 
When  a  tumultous  nation  raves 
Wild  as  the  winds,  and  loud  as  waves. 

5  Whole  kingdoms,  shaken  by  the  storm, 
He  settles  in  a  peaceful  form ; 
Mountains,  establish 'd  by  his  hand, 
Firm  on  their  old  foundation  stand. 

6  Behold  his  ensigns  sweep  the  sky, 

.  New  comets  blaze,  and  lightnings  fly  ; 
The  heathen  lands,  with  swift  surprise, 
From  the  bright  horrors  turn  their  eyes. 
V  At  his  command  the  morning  ray 
Smiles  in  the  east,  and  leads^the  day  ; 
He  guides  the  sun's  declining  wheels 
Over  the  tops  of  western  hills. 

8  Seasons  and  times  obey  his  voice  ; 
The  e¥  ning  and  the  morn  rejoice 

1  o  see  the  earth  made  soft  with  showers, 
Laden  with  fruit,  and  drest  in  flowers. 

9  Tis  from  his  wat'ry  stores  on  high 
He  gives  the  thirsty  ground  supply; 
He  walks  upon  the  clouds,  and  thence 
Doth  his  enriching  drops  dispense. 

10  The  desert  grows  a  fruitful  field,  . 
Abundant  fruit  the  vailies  yield  : 


120  PSALM  LXV. 

The  v allies  shout  with  cheerful  voice, 
And  neighb'ring  hills  repeat  their  joys. 

1 1  The  pastures  smile  in  green  array, 
Their  lambs  and  larger  cattle  play  ; 
The  larger  cattle  and  the  lamb, 
Each  in  his  language  speaks  thy  name. 

12  Thy  works  pronounce  thy  power  divine ; 
O'er  ev'ry  field  thy  glories  shine ; 

Thro'  ev'ry  month  thy  gifts  appear: 
Great  God,  thy  goodness  crowns  the  year!  > 

PSALM  65.    FrstPart.  Common  Metre. 

1  TJRAISE  waits  in  Zion,  Lord,  for  thee, 
X     There  shall  our  vows  be  paid ; 
Thou  hast  an  ear  when  sinners  pray, 

All  flesh  shall  seek  thine  aid. 

2  Lord,,  our  iniquties  prevail, 

But  pard'ning  grace  is  thine, 
And  thou  will  grant  us  power  and  skill 
To  conquer  ev'ry  sin. 

3  Blest  are  the  men  whom  thou  wilt  choose 

To  bring  them  near  thy  face, 
Give  them  a  dwelling  in  thine  house, 
To  feast  upon  thy  grace. 

4  In  answering  what  thy  church  requests, 

Thy  truth  and  terror  shine, 
And  works  of  dreadful  righteousness 
Fulfil  thy  kind  design. 

5  Thus  shall  the  wond'ring  nations  see 

The  Lord  is  good  and  just; 
And  distant  islands  fly  to  thee, 
And  make  thy  name  their  trust. 

6  They  dread  thy  glittering  tokens,  Lord, 

When  signs  in  heav'n  appear ; 
But  they  shall  learn  thy  holy  word, 
And  love  as  well  as  fear. 


I'^-vi-Ai    LAV.  121 

PSAXM65.  SecondPart.  Common  Metre. 

-    >rTlIS  by  thy  strength  the  mountains  standi 

1  ;  X.    God  of  eternal  power 3 

The  sea  grows  calm  at  thy  command, 
And  tempests  cease  to  roar. 

2  Thy  morning  light  and  ev'ning  shade 

Successive  comforts  bring ; 
Thy  plenteous  fruits  make  harvest  glad, 
Thy  flowers  adorn  the  spring. 

3  Seasons  and  times,  and  moons  and  hours 

^Heav'n,  earth,  and  air  are  thine; 
When  clouds  distil  in  fruitful  showers, 
The  Author  is  divine. 

4  Those  wand'ring  cisterns  in  the  sky 

Borne  by  the  winds  around, 
Whose  wat'ry  treasures  well  supply 
The  furrows  of  the  ground. 

5  The  thirsty  ridges  drink  their  fill, 

And  ranks  of  corn  appear  ; 
Thy  ways  abound  with  blessings  still, 
Thy  goodness  crowns  the  year. 

F^^L^  •  Third  Part    Common  Metre. 
1  tt  -2P  IS  tbe  Lord>  the  heav'nly  King, 
V-*    Who  makes  the  earth  his  care : 
V  isits  the  pastures  ev'ry  spring, 
And  bids  the  grass  appear. 

2  The  clouds,  like  rivers  rais'd  on  high, 

Pour  out  at  his  command 
Their  wat'ry  blessings  from  the  skv, 
Jo  cheer  the  thirsty  land. 

3  The  soften 'd  ridges  of  the  field 

Permit  the  corn  to  spring: 

The  vallies  rich  provision  yield, 

And  the  poor  lab'rers  sing. 

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4  The  little  hills  on  ev'ry  side 

Rejoice  at  falling  showers; 
The  meadows,  dress'd  in  beauteous  pride, 
Perfume  the  air  with  flowers. 

5  The  barren  clods,  -refresh'd  with  rain, 

Promise  a  joyful  crop ; 
The  parched  grounds  look  green  again, 
And  raise  the  reaper's  hope. 

6  The  various  months  thy  goodness  crowns, 

How  bounteous  are  thy  ways  ! 
The  bleating  flocks  spread  o'er  the  downs, 
And  shepherds  shout  thy  praise. 

PSALM  66.  First  Part.  Common  Metre. 

1  QING,  all  the  nations,  to  the  Lord, 
O  Sing  with  a  joyful  noise; 

With  melody  of  sound  record 
His  honours  and  your  joys. 

2  Say  to  the  power  that  form'd  the  sky, 

"  How  terrible  art  thou ! 
"  Sinners  before  thy  presence  fly, 
"  Or  at  thy  feet  they  bow." 

3  [Come  see  the  wonders  of  our  God, 

How  glorious  are  his  ways! 
In  Moses*  hand  he  put  the  rod, 
And  clave  the  frighted  seas. 

4  He  made  the  ebbing  channel  dry, 

While  Isra'l  pass'd  the  flood; 
There  did  the  church  begin  their  joy, 
And  triumph  in  their  God.] 

5  He  rules  by  his  resistless  might : 

Will  rebel  mortals  dare 
Provoke  th'  Eternal  to  the  nght, 
And  tempt  that  dreadful  war  i 


PSALM  LXVI.  123 

6  Oh  bless  our  God,  and  never  cease; 

Ye  saints,  fulfil  his  praise ; 
He  keeps  our  life,  maintains  our  peace, 
And  guides  our  doubtful  ways. 

7  Lord,  thou  hast  prov'd  our  surFring  souls, 

To  make  our  graces  shine  ; 
So  silver  bears  the  burning  coals, 
The  metal  too  refine. 

8  Thro*  wat'ry  deeps  and  fiery  ways 

We  march  at  thy  command, 
Led  to  possess  the  promis'd  place 
By  thine  unerring  hand. 

PSALM  66.    13—20.   Second  Part.  CM. 

1  lVT^W  shall  my  solemn  vows  be  paid 
L^M    To  that  almighty  Power 

That  heard  the  low  requests  I  made 
In  my  distressful  hour. 

2  My  lips  and  cheerful  heart  prepare 

To  make  his  mercies  known  : 
Come,  ye  that  fear  my  God,  and  hear 
The  wronders  he  has  done. 

3  When  on  my  head  huge  sorrows  fell, 

-I  sought  the  heav'nly  aid  ; 
He  sav'd  my  sinking  soul  from  hell, 
And  Death's  eternal  shade. 
1  If  sin  lay  cover'd  in  my  heart 

While  prayer  employ'd  my  tongue  $ 
The  Lord  had  shown  me  no  regard, 
Xor  I  his  praises  sung. 
>   But  God  (his  name  be  ever  blest) 
Has  set  my  spirit  free; 
Nor  turn'd  from  him  my  poor  request, 
Nor  turn'd  his  heart  from  me. 


124  PSALM  LXVIII. 

PSALM  67.  Common  Metre. 
J    QHINE,  mighty  God,  on  Zion  shine, 
O  With  beams  of  heav'nly  grace; 
Reveal  the  power  thro'  all  our  coasts, 
And  shew  thy  smiling  face. 

2  [Amidst  our  realm,  exalted  high, 

Do  thou  our  glory  stand, 
And  like  a  wall  of  guardian  fire 
Surround  the  fav'rite  land.] 

3  When  shall  thy  name  from  shore  to  shore 

Sound  all  the  earth  abroad ; 
And  distant  nations  know  and  love 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God, 

4  Sing  t!o  the  Lord,  ye  distant  lands, 

Sing  loud  with  solemn  voice; 
Let  ev'ry  tongue  exalt  his  praise, 
And  ev'ry  heart  rejoice. 

5  He,  the  great  Lord,  the  sov'reign  Judge, 

That  sits  enthron'd  above, 
In  wisdom  rules  the  worlds  he,  made, 
And  bids  them  taste  his  love. 

6  Earth  shall  obey  his  high  command, 

And  yield  a  full  increase ; 
Our  God  will  crown  his  chosen  land 
With  fruitfulness  and  peace, 

7  God  the  Redeemer,  scatters -round 

His  choicest  favours  here, 

While  the  creation's  utmost  bound 

Shall  see,  adore,  and  fear. 
PSALM  68.  1—6,32—35.  First  Part.  L.  M. 
1   T    ET  God  arise  in  all  his  might, 

I  j  And  put  the  troops  of  hell  to  flight ; 

As  smoke  that  sought  to  cloud  the  skies 

Before  the  rising  tempest  flies. 


PSALM  LXVIIL  125 

2  [Me  comes,  array'd  in  burning  flames; 
Justice  and  Vengeance  are  his  names: 
Behold  his  fainting  toes  expire 

Like  melting  wax  before  the  fire.] 

3  He  rides  and  thunders  thro'  the  sky, 
His  name,  Jehovah,  sounds  on  high  : 
Sing  to  his  name,  ye  sons  of  grace  ; 
Ye  saints  rejoice  before  his  face. 

4  The  widow  and  the  fatherless 
Fly  to  his  aid  in  sharp  distress ; 
In  him  the  poor  and  helpless  find 
A  Judge  that's.just,  a  Father  kind. 

5  He  breaks  the  captive's  heavy  chain, 
And  pris'ners  see  the  light  again ; 
But  rebels  that  dispute  his  will 

Shall  dwell  in  chains  and  darkness  still. 
PAUSE. 

6  Kingdoms  and  thrones  to  God  belong; 
Crown  him,  ye  nations,  in  your  song  : 
His  wond'rous  names  and  powers  rehearse., 
His  honours  shall  enrich  your  verse. 

7  He  shakes  the  heav'ns  with  loud  alarms  5 
How  terrible  is  God  in  arms ! 

In  Isra'l  are  his  mercies  known, 
Isra'l  is  his  peculiar  throne. 

8  Proclaim  him  king,  pronounce  him  blest 3 
He's  your  defence,  your  joy,  your  rest: 
When  terrors  rise,  and  nations  faint, 
God  is  the  strength  of  ev'ry  saint*. 

PSALM  68.    17,  18.  Second  Part.  L.  M. 

1   T    ORD,  when  thou  didst  ascend  on  high, 

X-i  Ten  thousand  angels  filPd  the  sky ; 

Those  heav'nly  guards  around  the  wait# 

Like  chariots  that  attend  thy  state. 
L  2 


126  PSALM  LXVIII. 

2  Not  Sinai's  mountain  could  appear 
More  glorious  when  the  Lord  was  there; 
While  he  pronounc'd  his  dreadful  law, 
And  struck  the  chosen  tribes  with  awe. 

3  How  bright  the  triumph  none  can  tell, 
When  the  rebellious  powers  of  hell, 
That  thousand  souls  had  captive  made, 
Were  all  in  chains,  like  captives,  led, 

4  Rais'd  by  his  Father  to  the  throne, 
He  sent  his  promis'd  Spirit  down, 
With  gifts  and  grace  for  rebel-men, 
That  God  might  dwell  on  earth  again. 

PSALM  68.   19,  9,  20,  21.    T.  Part.  C.  M. 

IT  T7E  bless  the  Lord,  the  just,  the  good, 
V  V  Who  fills  our  hearts  with  heav'nly  food ; 
Who  pours  his  blessings  from  the  skies, 
And  loads  our  days  with  rich  supplies. 

2  He  sends  the  sun  his  circuit  round, 

To  cheer  the  fruits,  to  warm  the  ground  j 
He  bids  the  clouds  with  plenteous  rain, 
Refresh  the  thirsty  earth  again. 

3  'Tis  to  his  care  we  owe  our  breath, 
And  all  our  near  escapes  from  death  : 
Safety  and  health  to  God  belong ; 

He  heals  the  weak  and  guards  the  strong. 

4  He  makes  the  saint  and  sinner  prove 
The  common  blessings  of  his  love  -, 
But  the  wide  diff'rence  that  remains, 
Is  endless  joy,  or  endless  pains. 

5  The  Lord  that  bruis'd  the  serpent's  head, 
On  all  the  serpent's  seed  shall  tread  ; 

♦The  stubborn  sinner's  hope  confound, 
And  smite  them  with  a  lasting  wound. 


PSALM  LXIX.  127 

6  But  his  right  hand  his  saints  shall  raise 
From  the  deep  earth  or  deeper  seas, 
And  bring  them  to  his  courts  above ; 
There  shall  they  taste  his  special  love. 

PSALM  69.   1—14.    First  Part.    C.  Metre. 

1  "  O  AVE  me,  O  God,  the  swelling  floods 

O  "  Break  in  upon  my  soul ; 
"  I  sink,  and  sorrows  o'er  my  head 
"  Like  mighty  waters  roll. 

2  "  I  cry  till  all  my  voice  be  gone, 

"  In  tears  I  waste  the  day : 
"  My  God  behold  my  longing  eyes, 
"  And  shorten  thy  delay. 

3  "  They  hate  my  soul  without  a  cause, 

"  And  still  their  number  grows 
"  More  than  the  hairs  around  my  head, 
"  And  mighty  are  my  foes. 

4  Twas  then  I  paid  the  dreadful  debt 

C(  That  men  could  never  pay, 
"  And  gave  those  honours  to  thy  law 
"  Which  sinners  took  away." 

5  Thus  in  the  great  Messiah's  name, 

The  royal  prophet  mourns; 
Thus  he  awakes  our  hearts  to  grief, 
And  gives  us  joy  by  turns. 

6  "  Now  shall  the  saints  rejoice  and  find 

"  Salvation  in  thy  name, 
<f  For  I  have  borne  their  heavy  load 
"  Of  sorrow,  pain,  and  shame. 

7  "  Grief,  like  a  garment,  clothed  me  round, 

"  And  sackcloth  was  my  dress, 
"  While  I  procur'd  for  naked  souls, 
"  A  robe  of  righteousness. 


128  PSALM  LXIX. 

8  "  Amongst  my  brethren  and  the'Jews 

"  I  like  a  stranger  stood, 
"  And  bore  their  vile  reproach,  to  bring 
"  The  Gentiles  near  to  God. 

9  "  I  came  in  sinful  mortals  stead 

"  To  do  my  Father's  will : 
"  Yet  when  Icleans'd  my  Father's  house., 
"  They  scandaliz'd  my  zeal. 

10  "  My  fastings  and  my  holy  groans 

"  Were  made  the  drunkard's  song; 
"  But  God  from  his  celestial  throne, 

"  Heard  my  complaining  tongue. 
11"  He  sav'd  me  from  the  dreadful  deep, 

"  Where  fears  beset  me  round ; 
"  He  rais'd  and  fix'd  my  sinking  feet 

"On  weil-establish'd  ground. 

12  "  'Twas  in  a  most  accepted  hour, 
"  My  prayer  arose  on  high, 
"  And  for  my  sake  my  God  shall  hear 
"  The  dying  sinner's  cry." 

PSALM  69.    14,21,26,29.  S.  Part.  CM. 

J  VTOW  let  our  lips,  with  holy  fear 
IN    And  mournful  pleasures,  sing 
The  suff'rings  of  our  great  High-Priest, 
The  sorrows  of  our  King. 

2  He  sinks  in  floods  of  deep  distress ; 

How  high  the  waters  rise  ! 
While  to  his  heavn'ly  Father's  ear 
He  sends  perpetual  cries. 

3  "  Hear  me,  O  Lord,  and  save  thy  Son, 

6i  Nor  hide  thy  shining  face  ; 
"  Why  should  thy  fav'rite  look  like  one 
"  Forsaken  of  thy  grace  ? 


PSALM  LXIX.  IS* 

4  "  With  rage  they  persecute  the  man 

"  That  groans  beneath  thy  wound, 
"  While  tor  a  sacrifice  I  pour 
"  My  life  upon  the  ground. 

5  "  They  tread  my  honour  to  the  dust, 

"  And  laugh  when  I  complain  ; 
"  Their  sharp,  insulting  slanders  add 
"  Fresh  anguish  to  my  pain. 

6  "  All  my  reproach  is  known  to  thee, 

"  The  scandal  and  the  shame  ; 
"  Reproach  has  broke  my  bleeding  heart, 
"  And  lies  denTd  my  name. 

7  "  I  look'd  for  pity,  but  in  vain  ; 

"  Mv  kindred  are  mv  ffrief ; 
"  I  ask  my  friends  for  comfort  round, 
"  But  meet  with  no  relief. 

8  "  With  vinegar  they  mock  mv  thirst, 

"  i  hey  give  me  gall  for  tood  ; 
"  And  sporting  with  my  dying  groans, 
"  They  triumph  in  my  blood. 

9  "  Shine  into  my  distressed  soul, 

"  Let  thy  compassion  save  ; 
"  And  tho'  my  flesh  sink  down  to  death, 
"  Redeem  it  from  the  grave. 

10  "  I  shall  arise  to  praise  thy  name, 

"  Shall  reign  in  worlds  unknown  ; 
"  And  thy  salvation,  O  my  God, 
"  Shall  seat  me  on  thy  throne. 

PSALM  69.    Third  Part.    Common  Metre. 

1   T^ATHER,  I  sing  thy  wond'rous  grace, 
X      I  bless  my  Saviour's  name, 
He  bought  salvation  for  the  poor, 
And  bore  the  sinner's  shame. 


130  PSALM  LXIX. 

2  His  deep  distress  has  rais'd  us  faig&, 

His  duty  and  his  zeal 
FulnTd  the  law  which  mortals  broke, 
And  finish'd  all  thy  will. 

3  His  dying  groans,  his  living  songs, 

Shall  better  please  my  God, 
Than  harp  or  trumpet's  solemn  sound 
Than  goat's  or  bullock's  blood. 

4  This  shall  his  humble  followers  see, 

And  set  their  hearts  at  rest; 
They  by  his  death  draw  near  to  thee, 
And  live  forever  blest. 

5  Let  heav'n,  and  all  that  dwell  on  high, 

To  God  their  voices  raise, 
While  lands  and  seas  assist  the  sky, 
And  join  t'  advance  his  praise. 

6  Zion  is  thine,  most  holy  God, 

Thy  Son  shall  bless  her  gates  ; 
And  glory  purchased  by  his  blood 
For  thine  own  Isra'l  waits. 

PSALM  69.    First  Part.    Long  Metre. 

1  T^\EEP  in  our  hearts  let  us  record 
JL/  The  deeper  sorrows  of  our  Lord  ; 
Behold  the  rising  billows  roll 

To  everwhelm  his  holy  soul. 

2  In  long  complaints  he  spends  his  breath, 
While  hosts  of  hell,  and  powers  of  death 
And  all  the  sons  of  malice  join 

To  execute  their  curst  design. 

3  Yet  gracious  God,  thy  power  and  love 
Has  made  the  curse  a  blessing  prove  -, 
Those  dreadful  surf  'rings  of  thy  Son 
Aton'd  for  crimes  which  we  had  done. 


uirvi^j.**.     j-^v-i^v.  10  L 


4-  The  pangs  of  our  expiring  Lord 
The  honours  of  thy  law  restor'd : 
His  sorrows  made  thy  justice  known, 
And  paid  tor  follies  not  his  own. 

5  Oh  tor  his  sake  our  guilt  forgive, 
And  let  the  mourning  sinner  live  : 
The  Lord  will  hear  us  in  his  name, 
Nor  shall  our  hope  be  turn'd  to  shame. 

PSALM  69.    Verse  7,  &c.   S.  Part.    L.  M. 

1   5rT^WAS  for  our  sake,  eternal  God, 
JL    Thy  Son  sustain'd  that  heavy  load 
Of  base  reproach  and  soar  disgrace, 
While  shame  defil'd  his  sacred  foce. 

9  The  Jews,  his  brethren  and  his  kin, 
Abus'd  the  man  that  check'd  their  sin: 
While  he  fulnTd  thy  holy  laws, 
They  hate  him  but  without  a  cause. 

3  "  [My  Fathers  hou^e,"  said  he,  "  was  made 
"  A  place  for  worship,  not  for  trade ;" 
Then  scatt'ring  all  their  gold  and  brass, 
He  scourg'd  the  merchants  from  the  place.] 

4  [Zeal  for  the  temple  of  his  God 
Consum'd  his  life,  expos'd  his  blood; 
Reproaches  at  thy  glory  thrown, 

He  felt  and  mourn'd  them  as  his  own.] 

5  [His  friends  forsook,  his  followers  fled, 
While  foes  and  arms  surround  his  head; 
They  curse  him  with  a  sland'rous  tongue, 
And  the  false  judge  maintains  the  wrong.] 

6  His  life  they  load  with  hateful  lies, 
And  charge  his  lips  with  blasphemies: 
They  nail  him  to  the  shameful  tree 
There  hung  the  man  that  died  for  me. 


7  But  God  beheld,  and  from  his  throne 
Marks  out  the  men  that  hate  his  Son ; 
The  hand  that  rais'd  him  from  the  dead, 
Shall  pour  the  vengeance  on  their  head. 
PSALM  70.  Common  Metre. 

1  TN  haste,  O  God  attend  my  call, 
A  Nor  hear  my  cries  in  vain  ; 
Oh  let  thy  speed  prevent  my  fall, 

And  still  my  hope  sustain. 

2  When  foes  insidious  wound  my  name, 

And  tempt  my  soul  astray, 
Then  let  them  fall,  with  lasting  shame, 
To  their  own  plots  a  prey. 

-3  While  all  that  love  thy  name,  rejoice 
And  glory  in  thy  word, 
In  thy  salvation  raise  their  voice, 
And  magnify  the  Lord. 
4  O  th-ou,  my  help  in  time  of  need, 
Behold  my  sore  dismay; 
In  pity  hasten  to  my  aid, 
Nor  let  thy  grace  delay. 

PSALM  71.  5— 9.  First  Part.  C.  Metre. 

1  "\/TY  God,  my  everlasting  hope, 
IV A  I  live  upon  thy  truth  ; 

Thine  hands  have  held  my  childhood  up, 
And  strengthen^  all  my  youth. 

2  My  flesh  was  fashion'd  by  thy  power, 

With- all  these  limbs  of  mine; 
And  from  my  mother's  painful  hour, 
I've  been  entirely  thine. 

3  Still  has  my  life  new  wonders  seen 

Repeated  evVy  year; 
Behold,  my  days  that  yet  remain, 
I  trust  them  to  thy  care. 


PSALM  LXXL  1SS 

4  Cast  me  not  ofT  when  strength  declines. 

When  hoary  hairs  arise; 
And  round  me  let  thy  glory  shine. 
Whene'er  thy  servant  dies. 

5  Then  in  the  hist'ry  of  my  age, 

When  men  review  my  days, 
They'll  read  thy  love  in  ev'ry  page, 
In  ev'ry  line  thy- praise. 
PSALM  71.   15,14,16,23,22,24.    Second 
Part.     Common  Metre. 

1  1\/T^  Saviour,  my  almighty  friend, 
1VX   When  1  begin  thy  praise, 

AY  here  will  the  growing  numbers  end,* 
The  numbers  of  thy  grace  ? 

2  Thou  art  my  everlasting  trust, 

Thy  goodness  I  adore ; 
And  since  I  knew  thy  graces  first, 
I  spake  thy  glories  more. 

3  My  feet  shall  travel  all  the  length 

Of  the  celestial  road," 
And  march,  with  courage  in  thy  strength, 
To  see  my  Father,  God. 

4  When  I  am  fiiPd  with  sore  distress 

For  some  surprising  sin, 
I'll  plead  thy  perfect  righteousness, 
And  mention  none  but  thine. 

5  Flow  will  my  lips  rejoice  to  tell 

The  victVies  of  my  King  ! 
My  soul  redeem'd  from  sin  and  hell, 
Shall  thv  salvation  sins". 

o 

fc   [My  tongue  shall  all  the  day  proclaim 
My  Saviour  and  my  God, 
His  death  has  brought  my  foes  to  shame, 
And  sav'd  me  by  his  blood. 

M 


134  PSALM  LXXI. 

7  Awake,  awake,  my  timeful  powers  ; 

With  -this  delightful  song 
I'll  entertain  the  darkest  hours, 

Nor  think  the  season  long. 
PSALM  7 1 .   17—2 1 .  Third  Part.  C.  Metre. 

1  /^  OD  of  my  childhood,  and  my  youth, 
VX  The  guide  of  all  my  days, 

I  have  declar'd  thy  heav'nly  truth, 
And  told  thy  wond'rous  ways. 

2  Wilt  thou  forsake  my  hoary  hairs, 

And  leave  my  fainting  heart  ? 
Who  shall  sustain  my  sinking  years, 
*If  God,  my  strength,  depart? 

3  Let  me  thy  power  and  truth  proclaim 

Before  the  rising  age, 
And  leave  a  saviour  of  thy  name 
When  I  shall  quit  the  stage. 

4  The  land  of  silence  and  of  death 

Attends  my  next  remove ; 
Oh  may  these  poor  remains  of  breath 
Teach  the  wide  world  thy  love ! 

PAUSE. 

5  Thy  righteousness  is  deep  and  high, 

Unsearchable  thy  deeds; 
Thy  glory  spreads  beyond  the  sky, 
And  all  my  praise  exceeds. 
€  Oft  hate  I  heard  thy  threat'nings  roar, 
And  oft  endur'd  the  grief; 
But  when  thy  hand  has  prest  me  sore, 
Thy  grace  was  my  relief. 
7  By  long  experience  have  I  known     § 
Thy  Sov'reign  power  to  save ; 
At  thy  command  I  venture  down 
Securely  to  the  grave. 


PSALM  LXXII.  135 

3  When  I  lie  buried  deep  in  dust, 
My  flesh  shall  be  thy  care ; 
These  withered  limbs  with  thee  I  trust, 
To  raise  them  strong  and  fair. 

PSALM  12.  First  Part.  Long  Metre. 

1  /^i  RE  AT  God  whose  universal  sway 
VXThe  known  and  unknown  worlds  obey, 

Now  give  the  kingdom  to  thy  Son, 
Extend  his  power,  exalt  his  throne. 

2  Thy  sceptre  well  becomes  his  hands, 
All  heav'n  submits  to  his  commands  ; 
His  justice  shall  avenge  the  poor, 
And  pride  and  rage  prevail  no  more. 

3  With  power  he  vindicates  the  just, 
And  treads  th'  oppressor  in  the  dust ; 
His  worship  and  his  fear  shall  last, 
Till  hours,  and  years,  and  time  be  past. 

4  As  rain  on  meadows  newly  mown, 
So  shall  he  send  his  influence  down; 
His  grace  on  fainting  souls  distils, 
Like  heav'nly  dew  on  thirsty  hills. 

5  The  heathen  lands  that  lie  beneath 
The  shades  of  overspreading  death, 
Revive  at  his  first  dawning  light, 
And  deserts  blossom  at  the  sight. 

6  The  saints  shall  flourish  in  his  days, 
Drest  in  the  robes  of  joy  and  praise  ; 
Peace,  like  a  river  from  his  throne, 
Shall  flow  to   nations  yet  unknown. 

PSALM  72.  Second  Part.  Long  Metre. 
1    TESL^S  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
•J    Does  his  successive  journeys  run; 
His  Kingdom  stretch  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 


136  PSALM  LXXIII. 

2  [Bhold  the  nations  with  their  kings; 
There  Europe  her  best  tribute  brings ; 
From  north  to  south  the  princes  meet 
To  pay  their  homage  at  his  feet. 

3  There  Persia,  glorious  to  behold, 
And  India  shines  in  eastern  gold  -, 
While  western  empires  own  their  Lord, 
And  savage  tribes  attend  his  word.] 

4  For  him  shall  endless  prayer  be  made, 
And  endless  praises  crown  his  head  ; 
His  name  like  sweet  perfume,  shall  rise 
With  ev'ry  morning  sacrifice. 

5  People  and  realms  of  ev'ry  tongue 
Dwell  on  his  love  with  sweetest  song ; 
And  infant-voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  blessings  on  his  name. 

6  Blessings  abound  where'er  he  reigns, 
The  joyful  pris'ner  bursts  his  chains; 
The  weary  find  eternal  rest, 

And  all  the  sons  of  want  are  blest. 

7  [Where  he  displays  his  healing  power, 
Death  and  the  curse  are  known  no  more$ 
In  him  the  tribes  of  Adam  boast 

More  blessings  than  their  father  lost. 

8  Let  ev'ry  creature  rise  and  bring 
Peculiar  honours  to  our  King : 
Angels  descend  with  songs  again, 
And  earth  repeat  the  loud  amen.] 

PSALM  73.  First  Part.  Common  Metre. 

1   1V[OW  I'm  convinc'd  the  Lord  is  kind 
-i.  1    To  men  of  heart  sincere, 
Yet  once  my  foolish  thoughts  repin'd. 
And  border'd  on  despair. 


PSALM  LXXIII.  137 

2  I  griev'd  to  see  the  wicked  thrive, 

And  spoke  with  angry  breath, 
"  How  pleasant  and  profane  they  live  ! 
"  How  peaceful  is  their  death  ! 

3  "  With  well-fed  flesh  and  haughty  eyes 

"  They  lay  their  fears  to  sleep  ; 
"  Against  the  heav'ns  their  slanders  ri>c, 
"  While  saints  in  silence  weep. 

4  "  In  vain  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 

"  And  cleanse  my  heart  in  vain  ; 
"  For  I  am  chast'ned  all  the  day, 

"  The  night  renews  my  pain." 
o  Yet  while  my  tongue  indulged  complaints, 

I  felt  my  heart  reprove ; 
"  Sure  I  shall  thus  offend  thy  saints, 

"  And  grieve  the  men  I  love." 

6  But  still  I  found  my  doubts  too  hard, 

The  conflict  too  severe  ; 
Till  I  retir'd  to  search  thy  word, 
And  learn  thy  secrets  there. 

7  There,  as  in  some  prophetic  glass, 

I  saw  the  sinner  sit 
High  mounted  on  a  slipp'ry  place 
Beside  a  fiery  pit. 

8  I  heard  the  wretch  profanely  boast, 

Till  at  thy  frown  he  fell ; 
His  honours  in  a  dream  were  lost, 
And  he  awakes  in  hell. 

9  Lord,  what  an  envious  fool  I  was ! 

How  like  a  thoughtless  beast  ! 
Thus  to  suspect  thy  promis'd  grace, 
And  think  the  wicked  blest. 

10  Yet  I  was  kept  from  full  despair, 

Upheld  by  power  unknown : 
If  2 


138  PSALM  LXX1II. 

That  blessed  hand  that  broke  the  snare 
Shall  guide  me  to  thy  throne. 
PSALM  73.    23—28.     S.  Part.    C.  Metre. 

1  /~^  OD,  my  supporter  and  my  hope, 
VX  My  help  for  ever  near, 

Thine  arm  of  mercy  held  me  up 
When  sinking  in  despair. 

2  Thy  counsels,  Lord,  shall  guide  my  feet 

Thro'  life 's  bewild'red  race  ; 
Thine  hand  conduct  me  near  thy  seat, 
To  dwell  before  thy  face. 

3  Were  I  in  heav'n  without  my  God? 

'Twould  be  no  joy  to  me  ; 
And  whilst  this  earth  is  my  abode, 
I  long  for  none  but  thee. 

4  What  if  the  springs  of  life  were  broke, 

And  flesh  and  heart  should  faint, 
God  is  my  soul's  eternal  rock, 
The  strength  of  ev'ry  saint. 

5  Behold  the  sinners  that  remove 

Far  from  thy  presence  die ; 
Not  all  the  idol-gods  they  love 
Can  save  them  when  they  cry. 

p  But  to  draw  near  to  thee,  my  God, 

Shall  be  my  sweet  employ; 
My  tongue  shall  sound  thy  works  abroad, 

And  tell  the  world  my  joy. 
PSALM  73.  22,  33  6,  17—20.  Long  Metre. 

1  ¥  ORD,  what  a  thoughtless  wretch  was  I, 
JL^  To  mourn,  and  murmur,  and  repine. 
To  see  the  wicked  plac'd  on  high, 

•   In  pride  and  robes  of  honour  shine. 

2  But,  oh!  their  end,  their  dreadful  end ; 
Thy  sanctuary  taught  me  so  : 


PSALM  LXXIir.  139 

On  slipp'ry  rocks  I  see  them  stand, 
And  fiery  billows  roll  below, 

3  Now  let  them  boast  how  tall  they  rise, 
I'll  never  envy  them  again, 

There  they  may  stand  witli  haughty  eyes, 
Till  they  plunge  deep  in  endless  pain. 

4  Their  fancied  joys  how  fast  they  flee  ! 
Like  dreams,  as  fleeting  and  as  vain  ; 
Their  songs  of  softest  harmony 

Are- but  a  prelude  to  their  pain. 

5  Now.  I  esteem  their  mirth  and  wine, 
Too  dear  to  purchase  with  my  blood  \ 
Lord  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine, 
My  life,  my  portion,  and  my  God. 

PSALM  73.    Short  Metre. 

1  QURE  there's  a  righteous  God, 
O  Nor  is  religion  vain  ; 

Tho'  men  of  vice  may  boast  aloud, 
And  men  of  grace  complain, 

2  I  saw  the  wicked  rise, 

And  felt  my  heart  repine, 
While  haughty  fools  with  scornful  eyes, 
In  robes  of  honour  shine. 

3  [Pamper'd  with  wanton  ease, 

Their  flesh  looks  full  and  fair, 
Their  wealth  rolls  in  like  flowing  seas, 
And  grows  without  their  care. 
i  Free  from  the  plagues  and  pains- 

^  That  pious  souls  endure, 
i:  Thro'  all  their  life  oppression  reigns, 

And  racks  the  humble  poor. 
5  Their  impious  tongues  blaspheme 
The  everlasting  God  : 
Their  malice  blasts  the  good  man's  name,., 
And  spreads  their  lies  abroad. 


140  PSALM  LXXIV. 

6  But  I,  with  flowing  tears, 

Indulg'd  my  doubts  to  rise; 
"  Is  there  a  God  that  sees  or  hears 
"  The  things  below  the  skies?"] 

7  The  tumult  of  my  thought 

Held  me  in  hard  suspense, 
Till  to  thy  house  my  feet  were  brought 
To  learn  thy  justice  thence. 

8  Thy  word  with  light  and  power, 

Did  my  mistake  amend  ; 
I  view'd  the  sinner's  life  before, 
But  here  I  learnt  their  end. 

9  On  what  a  slipp'ry  steep 

The  thoughtless  wretches  go ! 
And  oh !  that  dreadful,  fiery  deep 
That  waits  their  fall  below  ! 

10  Lord,  at  thy  feet  I  bow, 

My  thoughts  no  more  repine, 
I  call  my  God  my  portion  now, 
And  all  my  powers  are  thine. 
PSALM  74.  Common  Metre. 

1  TT7ILL  God  for  ever  cast  us  off ? 

V  V     His  wrath  for  ever  smoke 
Against  the  people  of  his  love, 
His  little  chosen  flock  ? 

2  Think  of  the  tribes  so  dearly  bought 

With  their  Redeemer's  blood ; 
Nor  let  thy  Zion  be  forgot, 
Where  once  thy  glory  stood. 

3  Lift  up  thy  feet,  and  march  in  haste, 

Aloud  our  ruin  calls; 
See  what  a  wide  and  fearful  waste 
Is  made  within  thy  walls. 

4  Where  once  thy  churches  pray'd  and  sang, 

Thy  foes  profanely  rage ; 


PSALM  LXXIV.  i4i 

Amid  thy  gates  their  ensigns  hang, 
And  there  their  hosts  engrave. 

r  T  r  o     < ) 

5  How  are  the  seats  of  worship  broke: 

They  tear  the  buildings  down, 
And  he  that  deals  the  heaviest  stroke 
Procures  the  chief  renown. 

6  With  flames  they  threaten  to  destroy 

Thy  children  in  their  rest ; 
"  Come  Jet  us  burn  at  once  they  cry, 
"  The  temple  and  the  priest." 

7  And  still  to  heighten  our  distress, 

Thy  presence  is  withdrawn ; 
Thy  wonted  signs  of  power  and  grace, 
Thy  power  and  grace  are  gone. 

8  No  prophet  speaks  to  calm  our  grief, 

But  all  in  silence  mourn  ; 
Nor  know  the  times  of  our  relief, 
The  hour  of  thy  return. 
PAUSE. 

9  How  long,  eternal  God,  how  long- 

Shall  men  of  pride  blaspheme  ; 
Shall  saints  be  made  their  endless  song, 
And  bear  immortal  shame? 

10  Canst  thou  forever  sit  and  hear 

Thine  holy  name  profan  a? 
And  still  thy  jealousy  forbear,' 
And  still  withhold  thine  hand  ? 

1 1  What  strange  deliv'rance  hast  thou  show* 

In  ages  long  before  ? 
And  now  no  other  God  we  own, 
No  other  God  adore, 

12  Thou  didst  divide  the  raging  sea 

By  thy  resistless  might, 
To  make  thy  tribes  a  wond'rous  way 
And  then  secure  their  flight. 


142  PSALM  LXXV. 

13  Is  not  the  world  of  nature  thine. 

The  darkness  and  the  day  ? 
Didst  thou  not  bid  the  morning  shine* 
And  mark  the  sun  his  way  ? 

14  Hath  not  thy  power  form'd  ev'ry  coast, 

And  set  the  earth  its  bounds, 
With  summer's  heat  and  winter's  frost, 
In  their  perpetual  rounds? 

15  And  shall  the  sons  of  earth  and  dust 

That  sacred  power  blaspheme? 
Will  not  thy  hand  that  form'd  them  first 
Avenge  thine  injur'dname? 

16  Think  on  the  eov'nant  thou  hast  made, 

And  all  thy  words  of  love ; 
Nor  let  the  birds  of  prey  invade 
And  vex  thy  trembling  dove. 

17  Our  foes  will  triumph  in  our  blood, 

And  make  our  hope  their  jest; 
Plead  thine  own  cause,  almighty  God, 
And  give  thy  children  rest. 

PSALM  75.   Long  Metre. 

1  nr^O  thee  most  high  and  holy  God, 

A   To  thee  our  thankful  hearts  we  raise; 
Thy  works  declare  thy  name  abroad, 
Thy  wond'rous  works  demand  our  praise. 

2  To  slav'ry  doom'd,  thy  chosen  sons 

Beheld  their  foes  triumphant  rise; 
And  sore  opprest  by  earthly  thrones, 
They  sought  the  sov'reign  of  the  skies. 

3  Twas  then,  great  God.  with  equal  power, 

Arose  thy  vengeance  and  thy  grace, 
To  scourge  their  legions  from  the  shore, 
And  save  the  remnant  of  thy  race. 


i  TNJ 

1   Hi; 


PSALM  LXXVL  n; 

4  Thy  hand  that  form'd  the  restless  main, 

And  rear'd  the  mountain's  awful  head, 
Bade  raging  seas  their  course  restrain, 
And  desert  wilds  receive  their  dead. 

5  Such  wonders  never  come  by  chance, 

Nor  can  the  winds  such  blessings  blow; 
"^kjp0^  *« judge,  doth  one  advance, 
'Pis  God  that  lays  another  low. 

6  Let  haughty  tyrants  sink  their  pride, 

Nor  lift  so  high  their  scornful  head ; 
But  lay  their  impious  thoughts  aside,  ' 
And  own  the  empire  God  hath  made. 

PSALM  76.  Common  Metre. 

N  Judah,  God  of  old  was  known; 

-  His  name  in  Isra'l  great; 
In  Salem  stood  his  holy  throne, 

And  Zion  was  his  seat. 
I  Among  the  praises  of  his  saints, 

His  dwelling  there  he  chose ; 
There  he  receiv'd  their  just  complaints, 

Against  their  haughty  foes. 
From  Zion  went  his  dreadful  word, 

And  broke  that  threat'ning  spear; 
The  bow,  the  arrows,  and  the  sword, 

And  crush'd  th'  Assyrian  war. 
What  are  the  earth's  wide  kingdoms  else 

But  mighty  hills  of  prey? 
The  bills  on  which  Jehovah  dwells 

Is  glorious  more  than  they. 
Twas  Zion's  King  that  stopp'd  the  breath, 

Or  captains  and  their  bands: 
The  men  of  might  sleep  fast  in  death, 

That  quells  their  warlike  hands. 


144  PSALM  LXXVIL 

6  At  thy  rebuke,  O  Jacob's  God, 
Both  horse  and  chariot  fell : 
Who  knows  the  terrors  of  thy  rod! 
Thy  vengeance  who  can  tell? 
H  What  power  can  stand  before  thy  sight 
When  once  thy  wrath  appears? 
When  heav'n  shines  round  with  dreadful 

The  earth  adores  and  fears. 

8  When  God,  in  his  own  sov'reign  ways, 

Comes  down  to  save  th'  opprest; 
The  wrath  of  man  shall  work  his  praise, 
And  he'll  restrain  the  rest. 

9  [Vows  to  the  Lord  and  tribute  bring, 

Ye  princes,  fear  his  frown  : 
His  terrors  shake  the  proudest  king, 
And  smite  his  armies  down, 

10  The  thunder  of  his  sharp  rebuke 

Our  haughty  foes  shall  feel ; 
For  Jacob's  God  hast  not  forsook, 
But  dwells  in  Zion  still.] 
PSALM  77.  First  Part.  Common  Metre, 
1   npO  God  I  cry'd  with  mournful  voice, 
JL.    I  saught  his  gracious  ear, 
In  the  sad  hour  when  trouble  rose, 
And  fill'd  my  heart  with  fear, 
t  Sad  were  my  days,  and  dark  my  nights* 
My  soul  refus'd  relief; 
I  thought  on  God,  the  just  and  wise, 
Bat°thoughts  increas'd  my  grief, 
3  Still  I  complain'd,  and  still  opprest, 
My  heart  began  to  break; 
My  God,  thy  wrath  forbade  my  rest, 
And  kept  my  eyes  awake, 


PSALM  LXXVII.  Ul 

4  My  overwhelming  sorrows  grew 

Till  I  could  speak  no  more  ; 
Then  I  within  myself  withdrew. 

And  eall'd  thy  judgments  o'er. 

5  I  eall'd  back  years  and  ancient  times 

When  I  beheld  thy  face ; 
My  spirit  search 'd  for  secret  crimes 
That  might  withhold  thy  grace. 

6  I  eall'd  thy  mercies  to  my  mind, 

Which  I  enjoy 'd  before; 
And  will  the  Lord  no  more  be  kind; 
His  face  appear  no  more  ? 

7  Will  he  for  ever  cast  me  off? 

His  promise  ever  fail  ? 
Has  he  forgot  his  tender  love  ? 
Shall  anger  still  prevail  ? 

8  But  I  forbid  this  hopeless  thought, 

This  dark  despairing  frame, 
Rememb'ring  what  thy  hand  hath  wrought, 
Thy  hand  is  still  the  same. 

9  I'll  think  again  of  all  thy  ways, 

And  talk  thy  wonders  o'er, 
Thyjwonders  of  recov'ring  grace, 
Vv  hen  flesh  could  hope  no  more. 

10  Grace  dwelt  with  Justice  on  the  throne; 

And  men  that  love  thy  wwd, 
Have  in  thy  sanctuary  knowrn 
The  counsels  of  the  Lord. 

PSALM  77.  Second  Part.  Common  Metre. 

1    '    T_JOW  awful  is  thy  chast'ning  rod  ! 
L  JL  "  (May  thy  own  children  sav) 
'The  great,  the  wise,  the  dreadful' God! 
"  How  holy  is  his  way!'' 

N 


146  FbALJVl  l^AXVJLl, 

2  I'll  meditate  his  works  of  old, 

Who  reigns  in  heav'n  above, 
I'll  hear  his  ancient  wonders  told, 
And  learn  to  trust  his  love. 

3  He  saw  the  house  of  Joseph  lie 

With  Egypt's  yoke  opprest ; 
Long  he  delay'd  to  hear  their  cry, 
Nor  gave  his  people  rest. 

4  The  sons  of  pious  Jacob  seem'd 

Abandon'd  to  their  foes  j 
But  his  almighty  arm  redeem'd 
The  nation  whom  he  chose. 

5  From  slavish  chains  he  sets  them  free, 

They  follow  where  he  calls ; 
He  bade  them  venture  thro*  the  sea, 
And  made  the  waves  their  walls. 

6  The  waters  saw  thee,  mighty  God, 

The  waters  saw  thee  come  ; 
Backward  they  fled,  and  frighted  stood, 
To  make  thine  armies  room. 

7  Strange  was  thy  journey  thro'  the  sea, 

Thy  footsteps,  Lord,  unknown  ; 
Terrors  attend  the  wond'rous  way 
That  brings  thy  mercies  down. 

8  [  Thy  voice,  with  terror  in  the  sound, 

Thro'  clouds  and  darkness  broke  ; 
And  heav'n  in  lightning  shone  around, 
And  earth  with  thunder  shook. 

9  Thine  arrows  thro'  the  skies  were  hurl'd, 

How  glorious  is  the  Lord  ! 
Surprise  and  tremb'ling  seiz'd  the  world, 
And  all  the  saints  ador'd. 

10  He  gave  them  water  from  the  rocki 

And  safe,  by  Moses'  hand, 


PSALM  LXXVIII.  in 

Thro'  a  dry  desert  led  his  flock 
To  Canaan's  promis'd  land. 
PSALM  78.  First  Part.  Common  Metre. 

1  ET  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds 
-Li  Which  Clod  perform 'd  of  old  : 
Which  in  our  younger  years  we  saw, 

And  which  our  father's  told. 

2  He  bids  us  make  his  glories  known  ; 

His  works  of  power  and  grace ; 
And  we'll  convey  his  wonders  down 
Thro'  ev'ry  rising  race. 

3  Our  lips  shall  tell  them  to  our  sons, 

And  they  again  to  theirs, 
That  generations  yet  unborn 
May  teach  them  to  their  heirs. 

4  Thus  shall  they  learn,  in  God  alone 

Their  hope  securely  stands, 
That  they  may  ne'er  forget  his  works, 
But  practice  his  commands. 
PSALM  78.  Second  Part.  Common  Metre. 

1  /^H  what  a  stiff  rebellious  house 
V_-/  Was  Jacob's  ancient  race  ! 
False  to  their  own  most  solemn  vows 

And  to  their  Maker's  grace. 

2  They  broke  the  cov'nant  of  his  love, 

And  did  his  laws  despise, 
Forgot  the  works  he  wrought  to  prove 
His  power  before  their  eyes. 

3  They  saw  the  plagues  on  Egypt  light 

^From  his  avenging  hand  : 
What  dreadful  tokens  of  his  might 
Spread  o'er  the  stubborn  land. 

4  They  saw  him  cleave  the  mighty  sea, 

And  march'd  with  safety  through/ 


148  PSALM  LXXVIII. 

With  wat'ry  walls  to  guard  their  way 
Till  they  had  'scap'd  the  foe. 

5  A  woncTrous  pillar  mark'd  the  road, 

Compos'd  of  shade  and  light ; 
By  day  it  prov'd  a  shelt'ring  cloud, 
A  leading  fire  by  night. 

6  He  from  the  rock  their  thirst  supply'dj 

The  gushing  waters  flow'd 
And  ran  in  rivers  by  their  side, 
Along  the  desert  road. 

7  Yet  they  provok'd  the  Lord,  most  high, 

And  dar'd  distrust  his  hand  ; 
"  Can  he  with  bread  our  host  supply 
"  Amidst  this  barren  land •?" 

8  The  lord  with  indignation  heard, 

And  caus'd  his  wrath  to  flame : 
His  terrors  ever  stand  prepared 
To  vindicate  his  name. 

r^ALM  78.    Third  Part.    Common  Metre. 

1  T7|THEN  Israel  sinn'd  the  Lord  reprov'd, 

V  V     And  fill-d  their  hearts  with  dread  ; 
Yet  he  forgave  the  men  he  lov'd, 
And  sent  them  heavYJy  bread. 

2  He  fed  them  with  a  lib'ral  hand, 

And  made  his  treasures  known  ; 
He  gave  the  mid-night  clouds  command 
To  pour  provision  down. 

3  The  manna,  like  a  morning  shower, 

Lay  thick  around  their  feet; 
The  food  of  heav'n  so  light,  so  pure; 
As  tho'  'twere  angels  meat. 

4  But  they  in  murm'ring  language  said, 

"  Is  manna  all  our  feast  ? 
"  We  loath  this  light,  this  airy  bread ; 
"  We  must  have  flesh  to  taste. " 


PSALM  LXXVIII.  md 

5  H  Ye  shall  have  flesh  to  please  your  lust,° 

The  Lord  in  wrath  reply  *d, 
And  sent  them  quails,  like  sand  or  dust 
Heap'd  up  on  ev'ry  side. 

6  lie  gave  them  all  their  own  desire ; 

And  greedy  as  they  fed, 
His  vengeance  burnt  with  secret  fire, 
And  smote  the  rebels  dead. 

7  When  some  were  slain,  the  rest  return'd 

And  sought  the  Lord  with  tears  : 
Under  the  rod  they  fear'd  and  mourn'd, 
But  soon  forgot  their  fears. 

8  Oft  he  chastis'd,  and  still  forgave, 

Till  by  his  gracious  hand 
The  nations  he  resolv'd  to  save, 
Possess'd  the  promis'd  land. 

PSALM  78.  32,  &c.  FourthPart.  L.  Metre. 

1  r^  REAT  God,  how  oft  did  Isra'l  prove 
y^T  By  turns  thine  anger  and  thy  love? 
There  in  a  glass  our  hearts  may  see 
How  fickle  and  how  false  they  be. 

2  How  soon  the  faithless  Jews  forgot 

The  dreadful  wonders  God  had  wrought ; 
Then  they  provoke  him  to  his  face  ; 
Nor  fear  his  power,  nor  trust  his  grace. 

3  The  Lord  cohsum'd  their  years  in  pain, 
And  made  their  travels  long  and  vain  ; 
A  tedious  march,  thro'  unknown  ways, 
Wore  out  their  strength,and  spent  their  days. 

4  Oft  when  they  saw  their  brethren  slain, 
They  mourn'd  and  sought  the  Lord  again  ; 
Call'd  him  the  Rock  of  their  abode, 
Their  high  Redeemer,  and  their  God. 

K  2 


150  PSALM  LXXIX. 

5;  Their  prayers  and  vows  before  him  rise,, 
As  flattering  words  or  solemn  lies, 
While  their  rebellious  tempers  prove 
False  to  his  cov'nant  and  his  love. 

6  Yet  could  his  sov'reign  grace  forgive 
The  men  who  ne'er  deserv'd  to  live  -y 
His  anger  oft  away  he  turn'd, 

Or  else  with  gentle  flame  it  burn'd. 

7  He  saw  their  flesh  was  weak  and  frail, 
He  saw  temptations  still  prevail; 
The  God  of  Abram  lov'd  them  still, 
And  led  them  to  his  holy  hill. 

PSALM  79.  Long  Metre. 

1  T>  EHOLD,  O  God,  what  cruel  foes, 
JL3  Thy  peaceful  heritage  invade  ; 
Thy  holy  temple  stands  denTd, 

In  dust  thy  sacred  walls  are  laid. 

2  Wide  o'er  the  vallies,  drench'd  in  blood, 
Thy  people  fall'n  in  death  remain ; 

The  fowls  of  heav'n  their  flesh  devour, 
And  savage  beasts  divide  the  slain. 

3  Th'  insulting  foes,  with  impious  rage, 
Reproach  thy  children  to  their  face; 

.'  Where  is  your  God  of  boasted  power, 
"  And  where  the  promise  of  his  grace?" 

4  Deep  from  the  prison's  horrid  glooms, 
Oh  hear  the  mournful  captive  sigh, 
And  let  thy  sov'reign  power  reprieve 
The  trembling  souls  condemn'd  to  die. 

5  Let  those  who  dar'd  t'  insult  thy  reign, 
Return  dismay 'd  with  endless  shame, 
While  heathens,  who  thy  grace  despise, 
Shall  from  thy  vengeance  learn  thy  name. 


PSALM  LXXX.  151 

6  So  shall  thy  children,  freed  from  death, 
Eternal  songs  of  honour  raise, 
And  ev'ry  future  age  shall  tell 
Thy  sov'reign  power  and  pard'ning  grace. 
PSALM  80.     Long  Metre. 
"  3    0REAT  ShcPhcrd  Qf  thine  Israel,  T 
VJ^  AY  ho  didst  between  the  cherubs  dwell 
And  Jed  the  tribes,  thy  chosen  sheep, 
bate  thro'  the  desert  and  the  deep: 

2  Thy  church  is  in  the  desert  now, 

Shine  from  on  high,  and  guide  us  through  : 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  restore, 
>>  e  shall  be  sav'd  and  sigh  no  more, 

3  Great  God,  whom  heav'nly  hosts  obey, 
How  long  shall  we  lament  and  pray  ? 
And  wait  in  vain  thy  kind  return  f 
How  Jong  shall  thy  fierce  anger  burn  ? 

4  Instead  of  wine  and  cheerful  bread, 

i  hy  saints  with  their  own  tears,  are  kd: 
lurn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  restore, 
>\  c  shall  be  sav'd  and  sigh  no  more 
PAUSE  the  first. 

5  Hast  thou  not  planted  with  thy  hands 
A  lovely  vine  in  heathen  lands  ? 

Hid  not  thy  power  defend  it  round, 
And  heav'nly  dews  enrich  the  ground  ? 

6  How  did  the  spreading  branches  shoot, 
And  bless  the  nations  with  the  fruit? 
Lut  now,  d.ar  Lord,  look  down  and  see 

I     1  hy  morning  vine,  thy  lovely  tree. 

7  SJ*  JS  her  bcauty  thus  defae'd  } 

V;  hy  hast  thou  laid  her  fences  waste  > 
grangers  and  foes  against  her  join, 
And  ev  ry  beast  devours  the  vine. 


152  PSALM  LXXXI. 

8  Return,  almighty  God,  return;* 
Nor  let  thy  bleeding  vineyard  mourn  : 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  restore, 
"We  shall  be  sav'd  and  sigh  no  more. 

PAUSE  the  second. 

9  Lord,  when  this  vine  in  Canaan  grew, 
Thou  wast  its  strength  and  glory  too  > 
Attack'd  in  vain  by  all  its  foes, 

Till  the  fair  branch  of  promise  rose. 

10  Fair  branch,  ordain'd  of  old  to  shoot 
From  David's  stock,  from  Jacob's  root; 
Himself  a  noble  vine,  and  we 

The  lessor  branches  of  the  tree. 

11  Tisthy  own  Son  ;  and  he  shall  stand 
Girt  with  thy  strength  at  thy  right  hand  -, 
Thy  first-born  Son,  adorn'd  and  blest 
With  power  and  grace  above  the  rest. 

12  Oh  I  for  his  sake  attend  our  cry,  ■ 
Shine  on  thy  churches  lest  they  die ; 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  restore, 
We  shall  be  sav'd  and  sigh  no  more. 

PSALM  81.    1,  8— 16.  Short  Metre. 

1  QING  to  the  Lord  aloud, 
i^  And  make  a  joyful  noise ; 

God  is  our  strength,  our  Saviour  God  ; 
Let  Isra'l  hear  his  voice. 

2  cc  From  idols  false  and  vain, 

"  Preserve  my  rites  divine  : 
"  I  am  the  Lord  who  broke  thy  chain 
"  Of  slav'ry  and  of  sin. 

3  "  Stretch  thy  desires  abroad, 

"  And  I'll  supply  them  well ; 
"  But  if  ye  will  refuse  your  God, 
"  If  Isra'l  will  rebel  -, 


PSALM  LXXXIII.  153 

4  "  I'll  leave  them  (saith  the  L  r  '  , 

iC  To  their  own  \u*ts  a  prey, 
"  And  Jet  them  run  the  dang'rous  road, 
"  Tis  their  own  chosen  way. 

5  "  Yet  oh  !  tn'at  all  my  saints 

"  Would  harken  to  my  voice  ! 
"  Soon  I  would  ease  their  sore  complaints, 
"  And  bid  their  hearts  rejoice. 

6  "  While  I  destroy  their  foes, 

"  Til  richly  teed  my  flock, 
"  And  they  shall  taste  the  stream  that  flows 
"  From  their  eternal  Rock." 
PSALM  82.    Long  Metre. 

1  A   MONG  th'  assemblies  of  the  great 
Jrx   A  greater  Ruler  takes  his  seat; 
The  God.  of  heav'n  rvs  incite  survcvs 
Those  gods  on  earth  and  all  their  wavs. 

2  Why  will  ye  frame  oppressive  laws  ? 
Or  why  support  th'  unrighteous  cause  ? 
When  will  ye  once  defend  the  poor, 
That  toes  may  vex  the  saints  no  more  ? 

3  They  know  not,  Lord,  nor  will  they  know ; 
Dark  are  the  ways  in  which  they  go  : 
Their  name  of  earthly  gods  is  vain, 

For  they  shall  fall  and  die  like  men. 

4  Arise,  O  Lord,  and  let  thy  Son 
Possess  his  universal  throne, 

And  rule  the  nations  with  his  rod  ; 
Fie  is  our  Judge,  and  he  our  God. 

PSALM  83.  Short  Metre. 
1      A   XT)  will  the  God  of  grace 
jL~jfc  Perpetual  silence  keep? 
The  God  of  Justice  hold  his  peace, 
And  let  his  vengeance  sleep  ? 


154  PSALM  LXXXIV. 

2  Behold  what  cursed  snares 

The  men  of  mischief  spread; 
The  men  that  hate  thy  saints  and  thee* 
Lift  up  their  threat'ning-  head. 

3  Against  thy  hidden  ones, 

Their  counsels  they  employ, 
And  malice,  with  her  watchful  eye, 
Pursues  them  to  destroy. 

4  "  Come,  let  us  join  (they  cry), 

"  To  root  them  from  the  ground, 
(t  Till  not  the  name  of  saints  remain, 
"  Nor  men-Try  shall  be  found.'* 

5  Awake,  almighty  God, 

And  call  thy  wrath  to  mind ; 
Give  them  like  forests  to  the  fire, 
Or  stubble  to  the  wind. 

6  Convince  their  madness,  Lord, 

And  make  them  seek  thy  name ; 
Or  else  their  stubborn  rage  confound, 
That  they  may  die  in  shame. 

7  Then  shall  the  nations  know 

Thy  glorious,  dreadful  word, 
Jehovah  is  thy  name  alone, 
And  thou  the  sov 'reign  Lord. 

PSALM  84.  First  Part.  Long  Metre. 

1  T  TOW  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair, 
XjL  O  Lord  of  hosts,  thy  dwellings  are  ! 
With  long  desire  my  spirit  faints, 

To  meet  th*  assemblies  of  thy  saints. 

2  My  flesh  would  rest  in  thine  abode  ; 
My  panting  heart  cries  out  for  God  ; 
My  God  !  my  King  !  why  should  I  be 
So  far  from  all  my  joys  and  thee  I 


PSALM  LXXXIV.  15 

3  The  sparrow  chooses  where  to  rest, 
And  for  her  young  provides  her  nest; 
But  will  my  God  to  sparrows  grant 
That  pleasure  which  his  children  want  ! 

4  Blest  are  the  saints  who  sit  on  high, 
Around  thy  throne  above  the  sky ; 
Thy  brightest  glories  shine  above, 
And  all  their  work  is  praise  and  love. 

5  Blest  are  the  souls  who  find  a  place 
Within  the  temple  of  thy  grace  ; 
There  they  behold  thy  gentler  rays, 
And  seek  thy  face,  and  learn  thy  praise. 

i  Blest  are  the  men  whose  hearts  are  set 
To  find  the  way  to  Zion's  gate ; 
God  is  their  strength  ;  and  thro'  the  road 
They  lean  upon  their  helper,  God, 

r  Cheerful  they  walk  with  growing  strength, 
Till  all  shall  meet  in  heav'n  at  length ; 
Till  all  before  thy  face  appear, 
And  join  in  nobler  worship  there. 

PSALM  84.    Second  Part.    Long  Metre. 

REAT  God,  attend  while  Zion  sings 
The  joy  that  from  thy  presence  springs; 
To  spend  one  day  with  thee  on  earth 
Exceeds  a  thousand  days  of  mirth. 
Might  I  enjoy  the  meanest  place 
Within  thy  house,  O  God  of  grace, 
Not  tents  of  ease,  nor  thrones  of  power 
Should  tempt  my  feet  to  leave  thy  door. 
God  is  our  sun,  he  makes  our  day; 
God  is  our  shield,  he  guards  our  way 
From  all  th'  assaults  of  hell  and  sin, 
From  foes  without  and  foes  within. 


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156  PSALM  LXXXIV. 

4  All  needful  grace  will  God  bestow, 
And  crown  that  grace  with  glory  too  : 
He  gives  us  all  things,  and  withholds 
No  real  good  from  upright  souls. 

5  O  God,  our  King,  whose  sov'reign  sway 
The  glorious  hosts  of  heav'n  obey, 
And  devils  at  thy  presence  flee; 

Blest  is  the  man  that  trusts  in  thee. 
PSALM  84.  Paraphrased  in  Common  Metre. 

1  \/TY  soul,  how  lovely  is  the  place 
JLVX  To  which  thy  God  resorts  ! 
'Tis  heav'n  to  see  his  smiling  face, 

Tho'  in  his  earthly  courts. 

2  There  the  great  monarch  of  the  skies 

His  saving  power  displays 
And  light  breaks  in  upon  our  eyes, 
With  kind  and  quick'ning  rays. 

3  With  his  rich  gifts  the  heav'nly  Dove 

Descends  and  fills  the  place, 
While  Christ  reveals  his  wond'rous  love, 
And  sheds  abroad  his  grace. 

4  There,  mighty  God,  thy  words  declare 

The  secrets  of  thy  will : 
And  still  we  seek  thy  mercies  there, 
And  sing  thy  praises  still. 
PAUSE. 

5  My  heart  and  flesh  cry  out  for  thee, 

While  far  from  thine  abode; 
When  I  shall  tread  thy  courts  and  see 
My  Saviour  and  my  God  ? 

6  The  sparrow  builds  herself  a  nest, 

And  suffers  no  remove  ; 
Oh  make  me  like  the  sparrows,  blest, 
To  dwell  but  where  I  love. 


nALM  LAAXIV.  157 

To  sit  one  day  beneath  thine  eye, 

And  hear  thy  graeious  voice, 
Exceeds  a  whole  eternity 

Employ'd  in  carnal  joys. 
Lord,  at  thy  threshold  I  would  wait, 

While  Jesus  is  within, 
Rather  than  fill  a  throne  of  state 

Among  the  tents  of  sin. 
Could  I  command  the  spacious  land, 

And  the  more  boundless  sea, 
For  one  blest  hour  at  thy  right  hand 

I'd  give  them  both  away. 

PSALM  84.   As  the  148th  Psalm. 

LORD  of  the  worlds  above, 
How  pleasant  and  how  fair 
The  dwellings  of  thy  love, 
Thy  earthly  temples  are  -y 
To  thine  abode 
My  heart  aspires 
With  warm  desires 
To  see  my  God. 

The  sparrow  for  her  young 
With  pleasure  seeks  a  nest  -, 
And  wand 'ring  swallows  long 
To  find  their  wonted  rest ; 

My  spirit  faints 

With  equal  zeal 

To  rise  and  dwell 

Among  thy  saints. 
O  happy  souls  that  pray, 
Where  God  appoints  to  hear  j 
O  happy  men  that  pay 
Their  constant  service  there  ! 
o 


They  praise  thee  still  j 
And  happy  they 
That  love  the  way 
To  Zion's  hill. 

4  They  go  from  strength  to  strength, 
Thro*  this  dark  vale  of  tears. 

Till  each  arrives  at  length, 
Till  each  in  heav'n  appears  : 

Oh  glorious  seat 

When  God  our  King 

Shall  thither  bring 

Our  willing  feet ! 

5  To  spend  one  sacred  day 
Where  God  and  saints  abide, 
Affords  diviner  joy 

Than  thousand  days  beside  : 
Where  God  resorts, 
I  love  it  more 
To  keep  the  door 
Than  s^hine  in  courts. 

6  God  is  our  sun  and  shield, 
Our  light  and  our  defence  ; 
With  gifts  our  hands  are  fill'd  ; 
We  draw  our  blessings  thence  : 

He  shall  bestow 
On  Jacob's  race 
Peculiar  grace 
And  glory  too. 

7  The  Lord  his  people  loves  ; 
His  hand  no  good  withholds 
From  those  his  heart  approves,     . 
From  pure  and  pious  souls  : 

Thrice  happy  he, 
O  God  of  hosts, 
Whose  spirit  trusts 
Alone  in  thee. 


PSALM  LXXXV.  i Si 

PSALM  85.    1—8.   First  Part.   L.  Metre 
■*!  ORD,  thou  hast  calj'd  thy  grace   to 

-L'         mind, 

Thou  hast  reversal  our  heavy  doom  : 
So  God  forgave  when  lsra'l  "sinn'd, 
And  brought  his  wand'ring  captives  home. 

2  Thou  hast  begun  to  set  us  free, 
And  made  thy  fiercest  wrath  abate  : 
Now  let  our  hearts  be  turn'd  to  thee, 
And  our  salvation  be  complete. 

3  Revive  our  dying  graces,   Lord, 
And  let  thy  saints  in  thee  rejoice  ; 
Make  known  thy  truth,  fulfil  thy  word, 
\\  e  wait  for  praise  to  tune  our  voice. 

4  We  wait  to  hear  what  God  will  say; 
He  U  speak,  and  give  his  people  peace  : 
Hut  let  them  run  no  more  astray, 

Lest  his  returning  wrath  increase. 
PSALM  85.  9,&c.  Second  Part.  L.  Metre 

1  CALVATION  is  for  ever  nigh 

Y  The  souls  that  fear  and  trust  the  Lord  • 
And  grace  descending  from  on  hifch 
Fresh  hopes  of  glory  shall  afford. 

2  Mercy  and  truth  on  earth  are  met 

Since  Christ  the  Lord  came  down  from 
ISy  his  obedience,  so  complete,  (heav'n  • 
Justice  is  pleas'd,  and  peace  is  giv'n. 

5  Now  truth  and  honour  shall  abound, 
Religion  dwell  on  earth  again, 
And  heav'nly  influence  bless  the  ground 
In  our  Redeemer's  gentler  reign. 

!■  His  righteousness  is  gone  before, 
To  give  us  free  access  to  God, 
Our  wand'ring  feet  shall  stray  no  more, 

_Hutmark  his  steps  and  keep  the  road 


160  PSALM  LXXXVII. 

PSALM  86.  8 — d&.  Common  Metre. 

1  \  MONG  the  princes,  earthly  gods, 
i\  There's  none  hath  power  divine; 
Nor  is  their  nature,  mighty  Lord, 

Nor  are  their  works  like  thine. 

2  The  nations  thou  hast  made  shall  bring 

Their  offerings  round  thy  throne ; 
For  thou  alone  dost  wond'rous'  things, 
For  thou  art  God  alone. 

3  Lord,  I  would  walk  with  holy  feet, 

Teach  me  thine  heav'niy  ways, 
And  all  my  wand'ring  thoughts  unite 
In  God  my  Father's  praise. 

4  Great  is  thy  mercy,  and  my  tongue 

Shall  those  sweet  wonders  tell, 
How  by  thy  grace  my  sinking  soul 
Rose  from  the  deeps  of  hell. 
PSALM  87.  Long  Metre. 
J    f^i  OD  in  his  earthly  temple  lays 

VjT  Foundation  for  his  heav'niy  praise  ; 
He  likes  the  tents  of  Jacob  well, 
But  still  in  Zion  loves  to  dwell. 

2  His  mercy  visits  ev'ry  house 

That  pay  their  night  and  morning  vows ; 
But  makes  a  more  delightful  stay 
Where  churches  meet  to  praise  and  pray. 

3  What  glories  were  describ'd  of  old ! 
What  wonders  are  in  Zion  told ! 
Thou  city  of  our  God  below, 

Thy  fame  shall  Tyre,  and  Egypt  know. 

4  Egypt  and  Tyre,  and  Greek  and  Jew, 
Shall  there  begin  their  lives  a-new ; 
Angels  and  men  shall  join  to  sing, 
The  hill  where  living  waters  spring. 


PSALM  LXXXVIII.  161 

'y  When  God  makes  up  his  last  account 
Ot  natives  in  his  holy  mount, 
'Twill  be  an  honour  to  appear 
As  one  new-born  and  nourish'd  there. 
PSALM  88.  As  the  113th  Psalm. 
L    /^\  GOD  of  my  salvation,  hear 

V*/  My  nightly  groan,  my  daily  prayer, 
That  still  employ  my  wasting  breath  ; 
My  soul,  declining  to  the  grave, 
Implores  thy  sov'reign  power  to  save 

From  dark  despair  and  lasting  death. 
Thy  wrath  lies  heavy  on  my  soul, 
And  waves  of  sorrows  o'er  me  roll, 

While  dust  and  silence  spread  the  gloom: 
My  friends,  belov'd  in  happier  days, 
The  dear  companions  of  my  ways, 

Descend  around  me  to  the  tomb. 
As,  lost  in  lonely  grief,  I  tread 
The  mournful  mansions  of  the  dead, 
Or  to  some  throng'd  assembly  go; 
Thro'  all  alike  I  rove  alone, 
While,  here  forgotten,  there  unknown, 

The  change  renews  my  piercing  woe. 
And  why  will  God  neglect  my  call  ? 
Or  who  shall  profit  by  my  fall, 

When  life  departs  and  love  expires  ; 
Can  dust  and  darkness  praise  the  Lord? 
Or  wake,  or  brighten  at  his  word, 

^  And  tune  the  harp  with  heav'nly  quires! 
Yet  thro'  each  melancholy  day 
I've  prayed  to  thee,  and  still  will  pray, 

Imploring  still  thy  kind  return  : 
But  oh  !  my  friends,  my  comforts  fled, 
And  all  my  kindred  of  the  dead 

Recal  my  wand'ring  thoughts  to  mourn. 


n  Q 


162  PSALM  LXXXIX. 

PSALM  89.  First  Part.  Long  Metre. 

1  l/OR  ever  shall  my  song  record 

Jl     The  truth  and  mercy  of  the  Lord; 
Mercy  and  truth  forever  stand 
Like  heav'n  establish'd  by  his  hand. 

2  Thus  to  his  son  he  sware  and  said, 

"  With  thee  my  cov'nant  first  is  made  : 
"  In  thee  shall  dying  sinners  live ; 
<c  Glory  and  grace  are  thine  to  give. 

3  "  Be  thou  my  prophet,  thou  my  priest ; 
"  Thy  children  shall  be  ever  blest; 

**  Thou  art  my  chosen  King,  thy  throne 
"  Shall  stand  eternal  like  my  own. 

4  "  There's  none  of  all  my  sons  above 
"  So  much  my  image  or  my  love  ; 

"  Celestial  powers  thy  subjects  are, 

"  Then  what  can  earth  to  thee  compare? 

5  "  David,  my  servant,  whom  I  chose 

u  To  guard  my  flock,  to  crush  my  foes; 
"  And  rais'd  him  to  the  Jewish  throne, 
"  Was  but  a  shadow  of  my  Son." 

6  Now  let  the  church  rejoice  and  sing 
Jesus  her  Saviour  and  her  King  : 
Angels  his  heav'nly  wonders  show, 
And  saints  declare  his  works  below, 

PSALM  89.  First  Part.  Common  Metre, 

1  \  yT  Y  never-ceasing  song  shall  show 
iVJL  The  mercies  of  the  Lord; 
And  make  succeeding  ages  know 

How  faithful  is  his  word. 

2  The  sacred  truths  his  lips  pronounce 

Shall  firm  as  heav'n  endure  ; 
And  if  he  spake  a  promise  once, 
Th'  eternal  grace  is  sure 


PSALM  LXXXIX.  163 

3  How  long  the  race  of  David  held 

The  promis'd  Jewish  throne  ! 
But  there's  a  nobler  cov'nant  seal'd 
To  David's  greater  Son. 

4  His  seed  for  ever  shall  possess 

A  throne  above  the  skies; 
The  meanest  subjects  of  his  grace 
Shall  to  that  glory  rise. 

5  Lord  God  of  host,  thy  wond'rous  ways 

Are  sung  by  saints  above: 
And  saints  on  earth  their  honours  raise 
To  thy  unchanging  love. 

PSALM  89.  7,&c.  Second  Part.  C.  Metre. 

1  TT7TTH  rev'rence  let  the  saints  appear, 

V  V     And  bow  before  the  Lord, 
His  high  commands  with  rev'rence  hear, 
And  tremble  at  his  word. 

2  How  terrible  thy  glories  rise  ! 

How  bright  thine  armies  shine ! 
Where  is  the  power  with  thee  that  vies, 
Or  truth  compar'd  with  thine  J 

3  The  northern  pole  and  southern  rest 

On  thy  supporting  hand  ; 
Darkness  and  day,  from  east  to  west, 
Move  round  at  thy  command. 

4  Thy  word  the  raging  winds  controul, 

And  rule  the  boist'rous  deep; 
Thou  mak'st  the  sleeping  billows  roll, 
The  rolling  billows  sleep. 

5  Heav'n,  earth,  and  air,  and  sea  are  thine, 

And  the  dark  world  of  hell ; 
They  saw  thine  arm  in  vengeance  shine 
When  Egypt  durst  rebel. 


164  PSALM  LXXXIX. 

6  Justice  and  judgment  are  thy  throne, 
Yet  wond'rous  is  thy  grace ! 
While  truth  and  mercy  join'd  in  one, 
Invite  us  near  thy  face. 

PSALM  89.  15,  &c.  Third  Part.  C.  Metre. 

1  T)  LEST  are  the  "the  souls  who  hear  and 
-U  The  gospel's  joyful  sound!  [know- 
Peace  shall  attend  the  path  they  go, 

And  light  their  steps  surround. 

2  Their  joy  shall  bear  their  spirits  up 

Through  their  Redeemer's  name ; 
His  righteousness  exalts  their  hope, 
And  fills  their  foes  with  shame. 

3  The  Lord  our  glory  and  defence, 

Strength  and  salvation  gives ; 
Israel,  thy  King  for  eve?  reigns, 
Thy  God  for  ever  lives. 
PSALM  89.   19,  &c.  Fourth  Part.  C.  Metre. 

1  T  TEAR  what  the  Lord  in  vision  said, 
Jl  jL  And  made  his  mercies  known; 

"  Sinners,  behold,  your  help  is  laid 
"  On  my  almighty  Son, 

2  "  Behold  the  man  my  wisdom  chose 

"  Among  your  mortal  race  : 
"  His  head  my  holy  oil  o'erflows, 
"  With  full  supplies  of  grace. 

3  "  High  shall  he  reign  on  David's  throne, 

"  My  people's  better  King : 
"  My  arm  shall  beat  his  rivals  down, 
"  And  still  new  subjects  bring. 

4  "  My  truth  shall  guard  him  in  his  way, 

"  With  mercy  by  his  side  : 
"  While  in  my  name,  o'er  earth  and  sea, 
"  He  shall  in  triumph  ride. 


PSALM  LXXXIX.  165 

5  "  Me  for  his  Father  and  his  God, 

"  He  shall  for  ever  own, 
"  Call  me  his  rock,  his  high  abode, 
k'  And  Til  support  my  Son. 

6  "  My  first-born  Son,  array'd  in  grace, 

"  At  my  right  hand  shall  sit-, 
"  Beneath  him  angels  know  their  place, 
"  And  monarchs  at  his  feet. 

7  "  My  cov'nant  stand's  for  ever  fast, 

"  My  promises  are  strong  ; 
"  Firm  as  the  heavens  his  throne  shall  last, 
.   "  His  seed  endure  as  long." 

PSALM  89.   30,  fee.  Fifth  Part.  C.  Metre. 

1  "  X^ET  (saith  the  Lord)  if  David's  race, 

X     "  The  children  of  my  Son, 
u  Should  break  my  laws,  abuse  my  grace, 
"And  tempt  mine  anger  down  ; 

2  "  Their  sins  I'll  visit  with  the  rod 

"  And  make  their  folly  smart ; 
"  But  I'll  not  cease  to  be  their  God, 
"  Nor  from  my  truth  depart. 

3  "  My  cov'nant  I  will  ne'er  revoke, 

"  But  keep  my  grace  in  mind  ; 
Cf  And  what  eternal  love  hath  spoke, 
"  Eternal  truth  shall  bind. 

4  "  Once  have  I  sworn,  I  need  no  more, 

"  And  pledg'd  my  holiness, 
"  To  seal  the  sacred  promise  sure 
"  To  David  and  his  race. 

5  "  The  sun  shall  see  his  offspring  rise 

"  And  spread  from  sea  to  sea, 
"  Long  as  he  travels  round  the  skies 
"  To  give  the  nations  day. 


166  PSALM  LXXXIX. 

6  "  Sure  as  the  moon  that  rules  the  night 
"  His  kingdom  shall  endure, 
"  Till  the  hVd  laws  of  shade  and  light 
"  Shall  be  observ'd  no  more." 

PSALM  89.  47,  &c.  Sixth  Part.  L.  Metre. 

1  ~0  EM  EMBER,  Lord,  our  mortal  state, 
IV  How  frail  our  life,  how  short  our  date  ! 

Where  is  the  man  that  draws  his  breath 
Safe  from  disease,  secure  from  death  ? 

2  Lord,  while  we  see  whole  nations  die, 
Our  flesh  and  strength  repine  and  cry, 
"  Must  death  for  ever  rage  and  reign  ? 
"  Or  hast  thou  made  mankind  in  vain  ? 

3  "  Where  is  thy  promise  to  the  just  ? 

"  Are  not  thy  servants  turn'd  to  dust  ?" 
But  faith  forbids  these  mournful  sighs, 
And  sees  the  sleeping  dust  arise. 

4  That  glorious  hour,  that  dreadful  day 
Wipes  the  reproach  of  saints  away, 
And  clears  the  honour  of  thy  word  : 
Awake,  our  souls,  and  bless  the  Lord. 

PSALM  89.  As  the  11 3th Psalm.   LastPart. 

1  HPHINK,  mighty  God,  on  feeble  man, 

-L  Howfewhishours,how  short  his  span! 

Short  from  the  cradle  to  the  grave  : 
Who  can  secure  his  vital  breath 
Against  the  bold  demands  of  death, 
With  skill  to  fly,  or  power  to  save  ? 

2  Lord,  shall  it  be  for  ever  said, 

"  The  race  of  man  was  only  made 

"  For  sickness,  sorrow,  and  the  dust  ]* 
Are  not  thy  servants,"  day  by  day, 
Sent  to  their  graves  and  turn'd  to  clay  ? 
Lord,  where's  thy  kindness  to  the  just? 


PSALM  XC.  m 

3  Hast  thou  not  promis'd  to  thy  Son, 
And  a]]  his  seed,  a  heav'nly  crown? 

But  flesh  and  sense  indulge  despair: 
For  ever  blessed  be  the  Lord, 
That  faith  can  read  his  holy  word, 

And  find  a  resurrection  there. 

4  For  ever  blessed  be  the  Lord, 
Who  gives  his  saints  a  long  reward 

For  all  their  toil,  reproach,  and  pain : 
Let  all  below,  and  all  above, 
Join  to  proclaim  thy  wond'rous  love, 
And  each  repeat 'their  loud  Amen! 
PSALM  90.  Long  Metre. 
I  HTIIROUGH  ev'ry  ag?,  eternal  God, 
-*-    Thou  art  our  rest,  our  safe  abode: 
High  was  thy  throne  ere  heav'n  was  made, 
Or  earth  thy  humble  footsool  laid. 

2  Long  had'st  thou  reign'd  ere  time  began, 
Or  dust  was  fashion'd  into  man; 

And  long  thy  kingdom  shall  endure 
When  earth  and  time  shall  be  no  more. 

3  But  man,  weak  man,  is  born  to  die, 
Made  up  of  guilt  and  vanitv  : 

Thy  dreadful  sentence,  Lord  was  just, 
c  Return,  ye  sinners,  to  your  dust." 

*  [A  thousand  of  our  years  amount 
Scarce  to  a  day  in  thine  account; 
Like  yesterday's  departed  light, 
Or  the  last  watch  of  ending  night.] 
PAUSE. 

i   Death,  like  an  overflowing  stream, 
Sweeps  us  away;  our  life's  a  dream  : 
An  empty  tale  •  a  morning  flower, 
Cut  down  and  wither'd  in  an  hour. 


168  PSALM  XC. 

6  [Oar  age  to  seventy  years  is  set; 

How  short  the  time!  how  frail  the  state ! 

And  if  to  eighty  we  arrive, 

We  rather  sigh  and  groan,  than  live. 

7  But  oh  how  oft  thy  wrath  appears, 
And  cuts  oiF  our  expected  years ! 
Thy  wrath  awakes  our  humble  dread ! 
We  fear  the  power  that  strikes  us  dead,] 

8  Teach  us,  O  Lord,  how  frail  is  man; 
And  kindly  lengthen  out  the  span, 
Till  a  wise  care  of  piety 

Fit  us  to  die,  and  dwell  with  thee. 

PSALM  90.    1—5.    First  Part.    C.  Metre 

1  /^VUR  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 
KJ  Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Our  shelter  from  the  stormy  blast, 

And  our  eternal  home. 

2  Beneath  the  shadow  of  thy  throne 

Thy  saints  have  dwelt  secure, 
Sufficient  is  thine  arm  alone, 
*'         And  my  defence  is  sure, 

3  Before  the  hills  in  order  stood, 

Or  earth  received  her  frame 

From  everlasting,  thou  art  God, 

To  endless  years  the  same. 

4  Thy  word  commands  our  flesh  to  dust, 

"  Return,  ye  sons  of  men;" 
All  nations  rose  from  earth  at  first, 
And  turn  to  earth  again. 

5  A  thousand  ages  in  thy  sight 

Are  like  an  ev'nihg  gone  ; 
Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night 
Before  the  rising  dawn. 


PSALM  XC.  ion 

6  [The  busy  tribes  of  flesh  and  blood, 

With  all  their  lives  and  cares, 
Are  carried  downwards  by  the  flood, 
And  lost  in  following  years. 

7  Time,  like  an  ever-rolling  flood, 

Bears  all  its  sons  away  ; 
They  fly  forgotten,  as  a  dream 
Dies  at  the  op'ning  day. 

8  Like  llow'ry  fields  the  nations  stand 

Pleas'd  with  the  morning  light; 
The  flowers  beneath  the  mower's  hand 
Lie  withering  ere  'tis  night.] 

9  Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Be  thou  our  guard  while  troubles  last, 
And  our  eternal  home. 

PSALM  90.  8,  11,  2,  10,  12.  S.  Part.  C.  M. 

1  T    ORD,  if  thine  eyes  survey  our  faults* 
-Lrf  And  justice  grows  severe, 

Thy  dreadful  wrath  exceeds  our  thoughts, 
And  burns  beyond  our  fear. 

2  Thine  anger  turns  our  frame  to  dust; 

By  one  offence  to  thee, 
Adam,  with  all  his  sons,  have  lost 
Their  immortality. 

3  Life  like  a  vain  amusement,  flies, 

A  table  or  a  song; 
By  swift  degrees,  our  nature  dies, 
Nor  can  our  joys  be  long. 

4  'Tis  but  a  few  whpse  days  amount 

To  three-score  years  and  ten  ; 
And  all  beyond  that  short  account.  . 
Is  sorrow,  toil,  and  pain, 
p 


170  PSALM  XC. 

5  [Our  vitals,  with  laborious  strife, 

Bear  up  the  crazy  load; 
And  drag  these  poor  remains  of  life 
Along  the  tiresome  road.] 

6  Almighty  God,  reveal  thy  love, 

And  not  thy  wrath  alone ; 
Oh  let  our  sweet  experience  prove 
The  mercies  of  thy  throne. 

7  Our  souls  would  fearfi  tie  heav'nly  art 

T'  improve  the  hours  we  have, 
That  we  may  act  the  wiser  part, 
And  live  beyond  the  grave. 
PSALM  90:   13,  &c.  Third  Part.  C.  Metre 

1  p  ETURN,  O  God  of  love,  return; 
-ElL  Earth  is  a  tiresome  place : 

How  long  shall  we,  thy  children,  mourn 
Our  absence  from  thy  face  ? 

2  Let  heav'n  succeed  our  painful  years, 

Let  sin  and  sorrow  cease ; 

And  in  proportion  to  our  tears, 

So  make  our  joys  increase. 

3  Thy  wondeis  to  thy  servants  show,      ' 

Make_ihy  own  work  complete; 
Then  shall  our  souls  thy  glory  know, 
And  own  thy  love  was  great. 

4  Then  shall  we  shine  before  thy  throne 

In  all  thy  beauty,  Lord  ; 
And  the  poor  service  we  have  done 
Meet  a  divine  reward. 
PSALM  90.   5,  10,  12.  Short  Metre. 
1  "       ORD,  what  a  feeble  piece  ' 
-I—*  Is  this  our  mortal  frame  ! 
Our  life,  how  poor  a  trifle  'tis, 
That  scarce  deserves  the  name ! 


PSALM  Xd.  171 

2  Alas,  the  brittle  clay 

That  built  our  body  first ! 
And  ev'ry  month,  and  ev'ry  day, 
'Tis  mould'ring  back  to  dust. 

3  Our  moments  fly  apace, 

Our  feeble  powers  decay, 
Swift  as  a  flood  our  hasty  days 
Are  sweeping  us  away. 

4  Yet,  if  our  days  must  fly, 

We'll  keep  their  end  in  sight, 
We'll  spend  them  all  in  wisdom's  way, 
And  let  them  speed  their  flight. 

5  They'll  waft  us  sooner  o'er 

This  life's  tempestuous  sea; 
Soon  we  shall  reach  the  peaceful  shore 
Of  blest  eternity. 

PSALM  91.  1—7.  First  Part.  L.  Metre. 

1  T  TE  that  hath  made  his  refuge  God, 
A  A  Shall  find  a  most  secure  abode  -> 
Shall  walk  all  day  beneath  his  shade, 
And  there  at  night  shall  rest  his  head. 

2  Then  will  I  say,  "  My  God,  thy  power 
"  Shall  be  my  fortress  and  my  tower; 

"  I  that  am  rorm'd  of  feeble  dust 

"  Make  thine  almighty  arm  my  trust." 

3  Thrice  happy  man  !  thy  Maker's  care 
Shall  keep  thee  from  the  fowler's  snare ; 
From  Satan's  wiles,  who  still  betrays 
Unguarded  souls  a  thousand  ways. 

4  Just  as  a  hen  protects  her  brood 

From  birds  of  prey  that  seek  their  blood, 
The  Lord  his  faithful  saints  shall  guard, 
And  endless  life  be  their  reward. 


172  PSALM  XCI. 

5  If  burning  beams  of  noon  conspire 
To  dart  a  pestilential  fire  : 

God  is  their  life,  his  wings  are  spread 
To  shield  them  with  an  healthful  shade. 

6  If  vapours,  with  malignant  breath, 
Rise  thick,  and  scatter  midnight  death, 
Isra'l  is  safe:  the  poison'd  air 

Grows  pure,  if  IsraTs  God  be  there. 
PAUSE. 

7  What  tho'  a  thousand  at  thy  side, 
Around  thy  path  ten  thousand  died, 
Thy  God  his  chosen  people  saves 
Amongst  the  dead,  amidst  the  grave. 

8  So  when  he  sent  his  angel  down 
To  make  his  wrath  in  Egypt  known 
And  slew  their  sons,  his  careful  eye 
Past  all  the  doors  of  Jacob  by. 

9  But  if  the  fire,  or  plague,  or  sword,      " 
Receive  commission  from  the  Lord 
To  strike  his  saints  among  the  rest, 
Their  very  pains  and  deaths  are  blest, 

10  The  sword",  the  pestilence,  or  fire 
Shall  but  fulfil  their  best  desire ; 
From  sins  and  sorrows  set  them  free, 
And  bring  thy  children,  Lord,  to  thee. 

PSALM  91.  9—16.  Second  Part.  C.  Metre, 

1  ^L^L  sons  of  men,  a  feeble  race, 

JL     Expos'd  to  ev'ry  snare, 
Come  make  the  Lord  your  dwelling-place. 
And  try  and  trust  his  care. 

2  No  ill  shall  enter  where  you  dwell ; 

Or  if  the  plague  come  nigh, 
And  sweep  the  wicked  down  to  hell, 
Twill  raise  the  saints  on  high. 


PSALM  XCII.  17^ 

3  He'll  give  his  angels  charge  to  keep 

^  Your  feet  in  all  their  ways; 
To  watch  your  pillow  while  you  sleep, 
And  guard  your  happy  days. 

4  Their  hand  shall  bear  you  lest  you  fall 

And  dash  against  the  stones ; 
Are  they  not  servants  at  his  call, 
And  sent  t'  attend  his  sons? 

5  Adders  and  lions  ye  shall  tread, 

The  tempter's  wiles  defeat ; 
He  that  hath  bruis'd  the  serpent's  head 
Puts  him  beneath  your  feet. 
Because  on  me  they  set  their  love, 
"  I'll  save  them,  saith  the  Lord  5 
I'll  bear  their  joyful  souls  above 
"  Destruction  and  the  sword. 
My  grace  shall  answer  when  they  call, 
"  In  trouble  I'll  be  nigh  : 
'■*  My  power  shall  help  them  when  they  fall, 
"  And  raise  them  when  they  die. 
8  "  Those  that  on  earth  my  name  have  known, 
"  I'll  honour  them  in  heav'n; 
"  There  my  salvation  shall  be  shown, 
"  And  endless  life  be  giv'n." 

PSALM  92.  First  Part.  Long  Metre. 

1  O  WEET  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King, 
^To  praise  thy  name,  give  thanks  and  sing, 

lo  show  thy  love  by  morning  light, 
And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  at  night. 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest, 

No  mortal  care  shall  seize  my  breast ; 
Oh  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
Like  David's  harp  of  selemn  sound. 


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174  PSALM  XCII. 

3  My  heart  shall' triumph- in  my  Lord, 
And  bless  his  works  and  bless  his  word ; 
Thy  works  of  grace  how  bright  they  shine ! 
How  deep  thy  counsels  !  how  divine ! 

4  Fools  never  raise  their  thoughts  so  high  ; 
Like  brutes  they  live,  like  brutes  they  die  : 
Like  grass  they  flourish,  till  thy  breath 
Blasts  them  in  everlasting  death. 

5  But  I  shall  share  a  glorious  part, 
When  grace  hath  well  refin'd  my  heart, 
And  fresh  supplies  of  joy  are  shed, 
Like  holy  oil,  to  cheer  my  head. 

S  Sin  (my  worst  enemy  before) 
Shall  vex  my  eyes  and  ears  no  more; 
My  inward  foes  shall  all  be  slain, 
Nor  Satan  break  my  peace  again. 

7  Then  shall  I  see,  and  hear,  and  now 
All  I  desir'd,  or  wish'd  below; 
And  ev'ry  power  find  sweet  employ 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 

PSALM  92.   12,  Sec.  S.  Part.  L.  Metre. 


l  T    OR 
JLrf  In 


ORD,  'tis  a  pleasant  thing  to  stand 
gardens  planted  by  thy  hand  ; 
Let  me  within  thy  courts  be  seen, 
Like  a  young  cedar  fresh  and  green. 
There  grow  thy  saints  in  faith  and  love, 
Blest  with  thine  influence  from  above; 
Not  Lebanon,  with  all  its  trees, 
Yields  such  a  comely  sight  as  these. 
The  plants  of  grace  shall  ever  live  ; 
(Nature  decays,  but  grace  must  thrive) 
Time,  that  doth  all  things  else  impair, 
Still  makes  them  flourish  strong  and  fair. 


PSALM  XCIII.  175 

4  Laden  with  fruits  of  age,  they  shew 
The  Lord  is  holy,  just,  and  true  ; 
None  that  attend  his  gates  shall  find 
A  God  unfaithful  or  unkind. 

PSALM  93.  First  Metre.  As  the  100th  P. 

1  JEHOVAH  reigns  ;  he  dwells  in  light, 
%J    Girded  with  majesty  and  might : 
The  world,  created  by  His  hands, 

Still  on  its  first  foundation  stands. 

2  But  ere  this  spacious  world  was  made, 
Or  had  its  first  foundation  laid, 

Thy  throne  eternal  ages  stood, 
Thyself  the  ever-living  God. 

3  Like  floods  the  angry  nations  rise, 
And  aim  their  rage  against  the  skies; 
Vain  floods  that  aim  their  rage  so  high ! 
At  thy  rebuke  the  billows  die. 

4  For  ever  shall  thy  throne  endure  ; 
Thy  promise  stands  for  ever  sure ; 
And  everlasting  holiness 
Becomes  the  dwellings  of  thy  grace. 

PSALM  93 .  Second  Metre.  As  the  old  50th  P. 

1  r  |  "TIE  Lord  of  glory  reigns,  he  reigns  on 

A        high ; 

His  robes  of  state  are  strength  and  majesty 
This  wide  creation  rose  at  his  command, 
Built  by  his  word, and  'stablish'd  by  his  hand 
Long  stood  his  throne  ere  he  began  creation 
And  his  own  Godhead  is  the  firm  foundation 

2  God  is  th'  eternal  King;  thy  foes  in  vain 
Raise  their  rebellions  to  confound  thy  reign; 
In  vain  the  storms,  in  vain  the  floods  arise, 
And  roar,  and  toss  their  waves  against  the 

skies ; 


176  PSALM  XCIII. 

Foaming  at  heav'n   they  rage   with   wild 
commotion,  [ocean. 

But  heav'n's  high  arches  scorn  the  swelling 
3  Ye  tempests  rage  no  more  ;  ye  floods  be  still, 
And  thou,  mad  world  submissive  to  his  will 
Built  on  his  truth  his  church  must  ever  stand 
Firm  are  his  promises,  and  strong  his  hand  . 
See  his  own  sons,  when  they  appear  before 
him>.     ■:,  [him. 

Bow  at  his  footstool,  and  with  fear  adore 
PSALM  93.  Third  Metre  As  the  old  122d  P. 
1  HPHE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 
A    And  royal  state  maintains, 
His  head  with  awful  glories  crown'd ; 
Array'd  in  robes  of  light, 
Begirt  with  sov 'reign  might, 
And  rays  of  majesty  around. 

2  Upheld  by  thy  commands 

The  world  securely  stands, 
And  skies  and  stars  obey  thy  word  ; 
.    Thy  throne  was  flxt  on  high 

Ere  stars  adorn'd  thy  sky : 
Eternal  is  thy  kingdom,  Lord. 

3  In  vain  the  noisy  crowd, 

Like  billows  fierce  and  loud, 
Against  thine  empire  rage  and  roar , 

In  vain  with  angry  spite 

The  surly  nations  fight, 
And  dash  like  waves  against  the  shore* 

4  Let  floods  and  nations  rage, 

And  all  their  powr  engage  ; 

Let  swelling  tides  assault  the  sky : 
The  terrors  of  thy  frown 
Shall  beat  their  madness  down  > 

Thy  throne  for  ever  stands  on  high. 


PSALM XCIV.  177 

5  Thy  promises  arc  true, 
Thy  grace  is  ever  new, 
There  fix'd,  thy  church  shall  ne'er  remove; 
Thy  saints  with  holy  fear 
Shall  in  thy  courts  appear, 
And  sing  thine  everlasting  love.        [Tune. 
[Repeat  I  he  fourth  Stanza  to  complete  the 
pSALM  91.  First  Part.  Common  Metre. 

1  /^ACtOD  to  whom  revenge  belongs, 
W  Proclaim  thy  wrath  aloud  ; 

Let  sov'reign  power  redress  our  wrongs. 
Let  justice  smite  the  proud. 

2  They  say,  "The  Lord  nor  sees  nor  hears;" 

When  will  the  vain  be  wise  ? 
Can  he  be  deaf,  who  form'd  their  ears  ? 
Or  blind  who  made  their  eyes  ? 

3  He  knows  their  impious  thoughts  are  vain, 

And  they  shall  feel  his  power  ; 
His  wrath  shall  pierce  their  souls  with  pain 
In  some  surprising  hour. 

4  But  if  thy  saints  deserve  rebuke, 

Thou  hast  a  gentler  rod ; 
Thy  providence,  thy  sacred  book 
Shall  make  them  know  their  God. 

5  Blest  is  the  man  thy  hands  chastise, 

And  to  his  duty  draw  ; 
Thy  scourges  make  thy  children  wise 
When  they  forget  thy  law. 

6  But  God  will  ne'er  cast  off  his  saints, 

>,or  his  own  promise  break  ; 
He  pardons  his  inheritance 
For  their  redeemer's  sake. 
PSALM  94.     16—23.  Second  Part.   C.  M. 
1   TT7TIO  will  rise  and  plead  my  right 
V  V     Against  my  num'rous  foes  ? 


178  PSALM  XCV. 

While  earth  and  hell  their  force  unite, 
And  all  my  hopes  oppose. 

2  Had  not  the  Lord,  my  rock,  my  help, 

Sustain'd  my  fainting  head, 
My  life  had  now  in  silence  dwelt, 
My  soul  amongst  the  dead. 

3  Alas  !  my  sliding  feet !  I  cried, 

Thy  promise  bore  me  up  ; 
Thy  grace  stood  constant  by  my  side, 
And  rais'd  my  sinking  hope. 

4  While  multitudes  of  mournful  thoughts 

Within  my  bosom  roll, 
Thy  boundless  love  forgives  my  faults, 
Thy  comforts  cheer  my  soul. 

5  Powers  of  iniquity  may  rise  ; 

And  frame  pernicious  laws  ; 
Bat  God,  my  refuge,  rules  the  skies, 
He  will  defend  my  cause. 

6  Let  malice  vent  her  rage  aloud, 

Let  bold  blasphemers  scoff; 
The  Lord  our  God  shall  judge  the  proud, 
And  cut  the  sinners  off. 
PSALM  95.  Common  Metre. 

1  QING  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name, 
O  And  in  his  strength  rejoice; 
When  his  salvation  is  our  theme, 

Exalted  be  our  voice. 

2  With  thanks  approach  his  awful  sight, 

And  psalms  of  honour  sing ; 
The  Lord's  a  God  of  boundless  might, 
The  whole  creation's  King. 

3  Let  princes  hear,  let  angels  know, 

How  mean  their  natures  seem, 
Those  gods  on  high,  and  gods  below,. 
When  once  compar'd  with  him. 


PSALM  XCV.  179 

4  Earth,  with  its  caverns  dark  and  deep, 

Lies  in  his  spacious  hand; 
He  fix'd  the  seas  what  bounds  to  keep, 
And  where  the  hills  must  stand. 

5  Come,  and  with  humble  souls  adore, 

Come,  kneel  before  his  face ; 
Oh  may  the  creatures  of  his  power 
Be  children  of  his  grace  ! 

6  Now  is  the  time  he  bends  his  ear, 

And. waits  for  your  request; 
Come,  lest  he  rouse  his  wrath,  and  swear, 
"  Ye  shall  not  see  my  rest." 

PSALM  95.  Short  Metre. 

1  /^OME,  sound  his  praise  abroad, 
^  And  hymns  of  glory  sing  : 
Jehovah  is  the  sov'reign  God, 

The  universal  Kinsr. 

2  He  form'd  the  deeps  unknown; 

He  gave  the  seas  their  bound  ; 
The  wat'ry  worlds  are  all  his  own, 
And  all  the  solid  ground. 

3  Come,  worship  at  his  throne, 

Come,  bow  before  the  Lord  ; 
We  are  his  works,  and  not  cur  own^ 
He  form'd  us  by  his  word. 

4  To-day  attend  his  voice, 

^  Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod ; 
Come,  like  the  people  of  his  choice, 
And  own  your  gracious  God, 

5  But  if  your  ears  refuse 

The  language  of  his  grace, 
And  hearts  grow  hard,  like  stubborn  Jews, 
That  unbelieving  race : 


130  PSALM  XCV. 

6  The  Lord,  in  vengeance  drest, 
Will  lift  his  hand  and  swear, 
"  You  that  despise  my  promis'd  rest, 
iC  Shall  have  no  portion  there." 

PSALM  95.   1,  2,  3,  6—13.  Long  Metre. 

1   /^OME,  let  our  voices  join  to  raise 
V^  A  sacred  song  of  solemn  praise  : 
God  is  a  sov'reign  King  ;  rehearse 
His  honour  in  exalted  verse. 

2-  Come,  let  our  souls  address  the  Lord, 
Who  fram'd  our  nature  with  his  word, 
He  is  our  Shepherd  ;  we  the  sheep 
His  mercy  chose,  his  pastures  keep. 

3  Come,  let  us  hear  his  voice  to-day, 
The  counsels  of  his  love  obey, 
Nor  let  our  harden'd  hearts  renew 
The  sins  and  plagues  that  Isra'i  knew. 

4  Isfa'I,  that  saw  his  works  of  grace, 
Yet  tempt  their  maker  to  his  face  ; 
A  faithless  unbelieving  brood, 
That  tir'd  the  patience  of  their  God. 

4  Thus  saith  the  Lord, "  How  false  they  prove! 
"  Forget  my  power,  abuse  my  love ;  . 
"  Since  they  despise  my  rest,  I  swear 
"  Their  feet  shah  never  enter  there. " 

6  [Look  back,  my  soul,  with  holy  dread, 
And  view  those  ancient  rebels  dead; 
Attend  the  offer'd  grace  to-day, 

Nor  lose  the  blessings  by  delay. 

7  Seize  the  kind  promise  while  it  waits, 
And  march  to  Zion's  lieav'nly  gates; 
Believe,  and  take  the  promis'd  rest. 
Obey,  and  be  forever  blest.] 


PSALM  XCVI.  181 

PSALM  96.  2,  10,  &c.  Common  Metre. 

1  Q1XG  {?  the  Lord>  ye  distant  lands, 
O  Ye  tribes  of  ev'ry  tongue; 

His  new  discover'd  grace  demands 
A  new  and  nobler  sons:. 

o 

2  Say  to  the  nations,  Jesus  reigns, 

God's  own  almighty  Son  ; 
His  power  the  sinking  world  sustains, 
And  grace  surrounds  his  throne. 

3  Let  heav'n  proclaim  the  joyful  day, 

Joy  through  the  earth  be  seen  ; 
Let  cities  shine  in  bright  array, 
And  fields  in  cheerful  green. 

4  The  joyous  earth,  the  bending  skies, 

_  His  glorious  train  display  ; 
Ye  mountains  sink,  ye  vallies  rise, 
Prepare  the  Lord  his  way. 

5  Behold  he  comes,  he  comes  to  bless 

The  nations  as  their  God  ; 
To  show  the  world  his  righteousness, 
And  send  his  truth  abroad. 

6  His  voice  shall  raise  the  slumb'ring  dead, 

And  bid  the  world  draw  near ; 
But  how  will  guilty  nations  dread, 
To  see  their  Judge  appear  ! 

PSALM  96.  As  the  113th  Psalm. 
1  ET  all  the  earth  their  voices  raise, 

i^  To  sing  the  choicest  psalm  of  praise, 

Jo  sing  and  bless  Jehovah's  name  : 
His  glory  let  the  heathens  know, 
His  wonders  to  the  nations  show, 
And  all  his  saving  works  proclaim. 
Q 


182  PSALM  XCVII. 

2  The  heathens  know  thy  glory,  Lord, 
The  wond'ring  nations  read  thy  word, 

But  here  Jehovah's  name  is  known  : 
Nor  shall  our  worship  e'er  be  paid 
To  gods  which  mortal  hands  have  made  ; 

Our  Maker  is  our  God  alone. 

3  He  fram'd  the  globe,  he  built  the  sky, 
He  made  the  shining  worlds  on  high, 

And  reigns  complete  in  glory  there : 
His  beams  are  majesty  and  light ; 
His  beauties  how  divinely  bright ! 

His  temple  how  divinely  fair  ! 

4  Come  the  great  day,  the  glorious  hour, 
When  earth  shall  feel  his  saving  power, 

And  barb'rous  nations  fear  his  name  : 
Then  shall  the  race  of  men  confess 
The  beauty  of  his  holiness, 

And  in  his  courts  his  grace  proclaim. 
PSALM  97.    1—5.  First  Part.  L.  Metre. 

1  Y  TE  reigns;  the  Lord,  the  Saviour  reigns! 
AX  Praise  him  in  evangelic  strains  : 
Let  the  whole  earth  in  songs  rejoice, 
And  distant  islands  join  their  voice. 

2  Deep  are  his  counsels  and  unknown ; 
But  grace  and  truth  support  his  throne : 
Tho'  gloomy  clouds  his  ways  surround, 
Justice  is  their  eternal  ground. 

3  In  robes  of  judgment,  lo!  he  comes, 
Shakes  the  wide  earth  and  cleaves  the  tombs ; 
Before  him  burns  devouring  fire, 

The  mountains  melt,  the  seas  retire, 

4  His  enemies,  with  sore  dismay, 

Fly  from  the  sight  and  shun  the  day ; 
Then  lift  your  heads,  ye  saints,  on  high. 
And  sing,  for  your  redemption's  nigh. 


PSALM  XCVII.  193 

PSALM  97.  6—9.  Second  Part.  L.  Metre. 

1  HTM  IK  Lord  is  come;  the  heav'ns  proclaim 

X    1  lis  birth  ;  the  nations  learn  his  name  ;* 
An  unknown  star  directs  the  road 
Of  eastern  sasres  to  their  God. 

o 

2  All  ye  bright  armies  of  the  skies, 
Go,  worship  where  the  Saviour  lies  : 
Angels  and  kings  before  him  bow, 
Those  gods  on  high  and  gods  below. 

3  Let  idols  totter  to  the  ground, 

And  their  own  worshippers  confound: 
But  Zion  shall  his  glories  sing, 
And  earth  confess  her  sov'reign  King. 
PSALM  97.  Third  Part.  Long  Metre. 

1  'THIT  Almighty  reigns,  exalted  high 

JL    O'er  all  the  earth,  o'er  all  the  sky  ; 
Tho'  clouds  and  darkness  veil  his  feet, 
His  dwelling  is  the  mercy-seat. 

2  Oh  ye  that  love  his  holy  name, 
Hate  ev'ry  work  of  sin  and  shame  ; 
He  guards  the  souls  of  all  his  friends, 
And  from  the  snares  of  hell  defends. 

3  Immortal  light,  and  joys  unknown, 
Are  for  the  saints  in  darkness  sown  ; 
Those  glorious  seeds  shall  spring  and  rise, 
And  the  bright  harvest  bless  our  eyes. 

4  Rejoice,  ye  righteous,  and  record 
The  sacred  honours  of  the  Lord  ; 
None  but  the  soul  that  feels  his  grace 
Can  triumph  in  his  holiness. 

PSALM  97,  3,  5—7,  11.    Common  Metre. 

1   '       ET  earth,  with  ev'ry  isle  and  sea, 
X-i  Rejoice,  the  Saviour  reigns  : 
His  word,  like  fire,  prepares  his  way, 
And  mountains  melt  to  plains. 


184  PSALM  XC VIII. 

2  His  presence  sinks  the  proudest  hills, 
And  makes  the  vallies  rise  ; 

The  humble  soul  enjoys  his  smiles, 
The  haughty  sinner  dies. 

3  The  heav'ns  his  rightful  power  proclaim  , 
The  idol-gods  around 

Fill  their  own  worshippers  with  shame, 
And  totter  to  the  ground. 

4  Adoring  angels  at  his  birth 
Make  the  Redeemer  known  ; 

Thus  shall  he  come  to  judge  the  earth, 
And  angels  guard  his  throne. 

5  his  foes  shall  tremble  at  his  sight, 
And  hills  and  seas  retire  : 

His  children  take  their  unknown  flight, 
And  leave  the  world  in  fire. 

6  The  seeds  of  joy  and  glory  sown 
For  saints  in  darkness  here, 

Shall  rise  and  spring  in  worlds  unknown, 
And  a  rich  harvest  bear. 

PSALM  98.  First  Part.  Gomraon  Metre. 

1  HP*"*  our  aImiSnty  Maker,  God, 

A     New  honours  be  address'd  : 
His  great  salvation  shines  abroad, 
And  makes  the  nations  blest. 

2  To  Abrah'm  first  he  spoke  the  word, 
And  taught  his  num'rous  race 

The  Gentiles  own  him  sov'reign  Lord, 
And  learn  to  trust  his  grace. 

3  Let  the  whole  earth  his  love  proclaim 
with  all  her  difPrent  tongues  ; 

And  spread  the  honour  of  his  name 
In  melody  and  songs. 


PSALM  XCXIX.  US 

PSALM  98.  Second  Part.  Common  Metre- 

1  TOY  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come, 
J    Let  earth  receive  her  king  ; 

Let  ev'ry  heart  prepare  him  room, 
And  heav'n  and  nature  sing. 

2  Joy  to  the  earth,  the  saviour  reigns, 

Let  men  their  songs  employ  ;  (plains, 

While  fields  and  floods,   rocks,   hills  and 
Repeat  the  sounding  joy. 

3  No  more  let  sins  and  sorrows  grow, 
Nor  thorns  infest  the  ground  : 

He  comes  to  make  his  blessings  flow 
Far  as  the  curse  is  found. 

4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace, 
And  makes  the  nations  prove 

The  glories  of  his  righteousness, 
And  wonders  of  his  love. 

PSALM  99.  First  Part.  Short  Metre. 

1  r  I  "MIE  god  Jehovah  reigns, 

X     Let  all  the  nations  tear  ; 
Let  sinners  tremble  at  his  throne, 
And  saints  be  humble  there. 

2  Jesus  the  Saviour  reigns, 
Let  earth  adore  its  Lord  ; 

Bright  cherubs  his  attendants  stand, 
Swift  to  fulfil  his  word. 

3  In  Zion  stands  his  throne, 
His  honours  are  divine  ; 

His  church  shall  make  his  wonders  known, 
For  there  his  glories  shine. 

4  How  holy  is  his  name  ! 
How  terrible  his  praise  ! 

Justice,  and  truth,  and  judgment  join 
In  all  his  works  of  grace. 
Q2 


186  PSALM  C. 

PSALM  99.  Second  Part.  Short  Metre 

1  Tj^XALT  the  Lord  our  God, 
JLrf  And  worship  at  his  feet  j 
His  nature  is  all  holiness, 

And  mercy  is  his  seat. 

2  When  Isra'l  was  his  church, 

When  Aaron  was  his  priest, 
When  Moses  cried,  when  Samuel  pray'd 
He  gave  his  people  rest. 

3  Oft  he  forgave  their  sins, 

Nor  would  destroy  their  race  ; 
And  oft  he  made  his  vengeance  known, 
When  they  abus'd  his  grace. 

4  Exalt  the  Lord  our  God, 

Whose  grace  is  still  the  same ; 
Still  he's  a  God  of  holiness, 
And  jealous  for  his  name. 
PSALM  100.    First  Metre.    A  plain  Trans. 

3  \f^  nations  round  the  earth,  rejoice 

JL     Before  the  Lord,  your  sovereign  King; 
Serve  him  with  cheerful  heart  and  voice, 
With  all  your  tongues  his  glory  sing. 

2  The  Lord  is  God  5  'tis  he  alone, 

Doth  life,  and  breath,  and  being  give  -y 
We  are  his  work,  and  not  our  own  ; 
The  sheep  that  on  his  pastures  live. 

-5  Enter  his  gates  with  songs  of  joy, 
With  praises  to  his  courts  repair  ; 
And  make  it  your  divine  employ 
To  pay  your  thanks  and  honours  there. 

4  The  Lord  is  good,  the  Lord  is  kind ; 
Great  is  his  grace,  his  mercy  sure  ; 
And  the  whole  race  of  man  shall  rind 
His  tjuth  from  age  to  age  endure. 


PSALM  CI.  187 

PSALM  100.  Second  Metre.  A  Paraphrase, 
i   T3EFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 

JJ  Ye  nations  bow  with  sacred  joy  ; 

Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone !; 

He  can  create,  and  he  destroy. 

2  His  sov'reign  power,  without  our  aid, 
Made  us  of  clay,  and  form'd  us  men  ; 
And  when  like  wand'ring  sheep  we  stray'd, 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

3  We  are  his  people,  we  his  cure, 
Our  souls,  and  all  our  mortal  frame: 
What  lasting  honours  shall  we  rear, 
Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  name? 

4  We'll  crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful  songs, 
High  as  the  heav'n  our  voices  raise : 
And  earth,  with  her  ten  thousand  tongues,' 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  sounding  praise. 

5  -Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command, 

Vast  as  eternity  thy  love; 
Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  must  stand, 
When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move. 
PSALM  101.  Long  Metre. 

1  A/TE^CY  and  judgment  are  my  song, 
IV A  And  since  they  both  to  thee  belong, 
My  gracious  God,  my  righteous  King, 
To  thee  my  songs  and  vows  I  bring. 

2  If  I  am  rais'd  to  bear  the  sword, 
I'll  take  my  counsel  from  thy  word; 
Thy  justice  and  thy  heav'nly  grace 
Shall  be  the  pattern  of  my  ways. 

3  Let  wisdom  all  my  actions  guide, 
And  let  my  God  with  me  reside  : 

No  wicked  things  shall  dwell  with  me, 
Which  may  provoke  thy  jealousy. 


188  PSALM  CI. 

4  No  sons  of  slander,  rage  and  strife, 
Shall  be  companions  of  my  life  : 
The  haughty  look,  the  heart  of  pride 
Within  my  doors  shall  ne'er  abide. 

5  [I'll  search  the  land,  and  raise  the  just 
To  posts  of  honour,  wealth,  and  trust: 
The  men  that  work  thy  holy  will 
Shall  be  my  friends  and  fav'rites  still.] 

6  In  vain  shall  sinners  hope  to  rise 
By  flatt'ring  or  malicious  lies; 

S  Nor,  while  the  innocent  I  guard, 
Shall  bold  offenders  e'er  be  spar'd. 

7  The  impious  crew  (that  factious  band) 
Shall  hide  their  heads,  or  quit  the  land ; 
And  all  that  break  the  public  rest, 
Where  I  have  power,  shall  be  supprest. 

PSALM  101.  Common  Metre. 

1  /'"YF  justice  and  of  grace  I  sing, 

\J  Andpay  my  God  my  vows  ; 
Thy  grace  and  justice,  heav'nly  King, 
Teach  me  to  rule  my  house. 

2  Now  to  my  tent,  O  God,  repair, 

And  make  thy  servant  wise  ; 
I'll  suffer  nothing  near  me  there 
That  shall  offend  thine  eyes. 

3  The  man  that  doth  his  neighbour  wrong 

By  falshood  or  by  force, 
The  scornful  eye,  the  sland'rous  tongue, 
I'll  banish  from  my  doors. 

4  I'll  seek  the  faithful  and  the  just, 

And  will  their  help  enjoy; 
These  are  the  friends  that  I  shall  trust, 
The  servants  I'll  employ. 


PSALM  CTI.  180 

5  The  wretch  that  deals  in  sly  deceit 

I'll  not  endure  a  night ; 
The  liar's  tongue  I  ever  hate, 
And  banish  from  my  sight. 

6  I'll  purge  my  family  around, 

And  make  the  wicked  flee  ; 
So  shall  my  house  be  ever  tound 
A  dwelling  fit  for  thee. 

PSALM  102.   1—13.  First  Part.   C.  Metre. 

1  T  TEAR  me,  O  God,  nor  hide  thy  face, 
JJL   But  answer,  lest  I  die: 

Hast  thou  not  built  a  throne  of  grace 
To  hear  when  sinners  cry  ? 

2  My  days  are  wasted  like  the  smoke 

Dissolving  in  the  air; 
My  strength  is  dry'd,  my  heart  is  broke, 
And  sinking  in  despair. 

3  My  spirits  flag  like  with 'ring  grass 

Burnt  with  excessive  heat; 
In  secret  groans  my  minutes  pass, 
And  I  forget  to  eat. 

4  As  on  some  lonely  building's  top 

The  sparrow  tells  her  moan, 
Far  from  the  tents  of  joy  and  hope 
I  sit  and  grieve  alone. 

5  My  soul  is  like  a  wilderness, 

Where  beasts  of  midnight  howl  ; 
Where  the  sad  raven  finds  her  place, 
And  where  the  screaming  owl. 

6  Dark,  dismal  thoughts  and  boding  fears 

Dwell  in  my  troubled  breast ; 
While  sharp  reproaches  wound  my  ears, 
Nor  give  my  spirit  rest. 


190  PSALM  CII. 

7  My  cup  is  mingled  with  my  woes, 

And  tears  are  my  repast; 
My  daily  bread  like  ashes  grows 
Unpleasant  to  my  taste. 

8  Sense  can  afford  no  real  joy 

To  souls  that  feel  thy  frown  ; 
Lord,  'twas  thy  hand  advanc'd  me  high, 
Thy  hand  hath  cast  me  down. 

9  My  looks,  like  wither'd  leaves  appear ; 

And  life's  declining  light 
Grows  faint  as  ev'ning  shadows  are, 
That  vanish  into  night. 

10  But  thou  for  ever  art  the  same, 

O  my  eternal  God ! 
Ages  to  come  shall  know  thy  name, 
And  spread  thy  works  abroad. 

11  Thou  wilt  arise  and  show  thy  face, 

Nor  will  my  Lord  delay 
Beyond  th'  appointed  hour  of  grace, 
That  long-expected  day. 

12  He  hears  his  saints,  he  knows  their  cryi 

And  by  mysterious  ways 
Redeems  the  pris'ners  doom'd  to  die, 
And  fills  their  tongues  with  praise. 

PSALM  102.  Second  Part.  C.  Metre. 

1  T    ET  Zion  and  her  sons  rejoice  ; 
I  j  Behold  the  promis'd  hour : 

Her  God  hath  heard  her  mourning  voiee, 
And  comes  t'  exalt  his  power. 

2  Ller  dust  and  ruins  that  remain, 

Are  precious  in  our  eyes; 
Those  ruins  shall  be  built  again, 
And  all  that  dust  shall  rise. 


PSALM  CIL  in 

3  The  Lord  will  raise  Jerusalem, 

And  stand  in  glory  there  ; 
Nations  shall  bow  before  his  name, 
And  kings  attend  with  fear. 

4  He  sits  a  sovereign  on  his  throne, 

AVith  pity  in  his  eyes ; 
lie  hears  the  dying  pris'ners  groan, 
And  sees  their  sighs  arise. 

5  He  frees  the  souls  condemn'd  to  death, 

And  when  his  saints  complain, 
It  shan't  be  said  "  that  praying  breath 
"  Was  ever  spent  in  vain." 

6  This  shall  be  known  when  we  are  dead, 

And  left  on  long  record  ; 
That  ages  yet  unborn  may  read, 
And  trust  and  praise  the  Lord. 

PSALM  102.  Third  Part.  Long  Metre. 

1  TT  is  the  Lord  our  Saviour's  hand 

X  Weakens  our  strength  amidst  the  race ; 
Disease  and  death  at  his  command 
Arrest  us,  and  cut  short  our  days. 

2  Spare  us,  O  Lord,  aloud  we  pray, 

Nor  let  our  sun  go  down  at  noon; 
Thy  years  are  one  eternal  day, 

And  must  thy  children  die  so  soon? 

3  Yet,  in  the  midst  of  death  and  grief, 

This  thought  our  sorrow  shall  assuage  > 
'■  Our  Father  and  our  Saviour  live; 
"  Christ  is  the  same  thro'  ev'ry  age." 
4f  Twas  he  this  earth's  foundation  laid  ; 
Heav'n  is  the  building  of  his  hand; 
Thisearth  grows  old,  these  heav'n  s  shall  fade ; 
And  ail  be  changed  at  his  command. 


192  FSAJLM  CIII. 

'5  The  starry  curtains  of  the  sky, 

Like  garments,  shall  be  laid  aside: 
But  still  thy  throne  stands  firm  and  high ; 
Thy  church  forever  must  abide. 
6  Before  thy  face  thy  church  shall  live, 

And  on  thy  throne  thy  children  reign ; 
This  dying  world  shall  they  survive, 
And  the  dead  saints  be  rais'd  again. 

PSALM  103.    1—7.  First  Part.   L.  Metre. 

1  T3LESS,  O  my  soul,  the  living  God, 
JOCall  home  thy  thoughts  that  rove  abroad; 
Let  all  the  powers  within  me  join 

In  work  and  worship  so  divine. 

2  Bless,  Omy  soul,  the  God  of  grace; 
His  favours  claim  the  highest  praise; 
Why  should  the  wonders  he  hath  wrought 
Be  lost  in  silence  and  forgot  ? 

3  'Tis  he,  my  soul,  that  sent  his  Son 

To  die  for  crimes  which  thou  hast  done; 
He  owns  the  ransom,  and  forgives 
The  hourly  follies  of  cur  lives. 

4  The  vices  of  the  mind  he  heals, 
And  cures  the  pains  that  nature  feels; 
Redeems  the  soul  from  hell,  and  saves 
Our  wasting  lives  from  threat'ning  graves. 

5  Our  youth  decay'd  his  power  repairs; 
His  mercy  crowns  our  growing  years: 
He  fills  our  store  with  ev'ry  good, 
And  feeds  our  souls  with  heav'nly  food. 

6  He  sees  th'  oppressor  and  the  opprest, 
And  often  gives  the  sufFrers  rest; 
But  will  his  justice  more  display 

In  the  last  great  rewarding  day. 


PSALM  CIII.  195 

7  [His  power  he  show'd  by  Moses*  hands, 
And  gave  to  Isra'l  his  commands; 

But  sent  his  truth  and  mercy  down 
To  all  the  nations  by  his  son.] 

8  Let  the  whole  earth  his  power  confess, 
Let  the  whole  earth  adore  his  grace ; 
The  Gentile  with  the  Jew  shall  join 
In  work  and  worship  so  divine. 

PSALM  103.   Second  Part.    Long  Metre. 

1  r  "T^HE  Lord,  how  wond'rous  are  his  ways ! 

X  How  firm  his  truth!  how  large  his  grace! 
He  takes  his  mercy  for  his  throne, 
And  thence  he  makes  his  glories  known. 

2  Not  half  so  high  his  power  hath  spread 
The  starry  heav'ns  above  our  head, 
As  his  rich  love  exceeds  our  praise, 
Exceeds  the  highest  hopes  we  raise. 

3  Not  half  so  far  hath  nature  plac'd 
The  rising  morning  from  the  west, 
As  his  forgiving  grace  removes 
The  daily  guilt  ot  those  he  loves. 

4  How  slow  his  awful  wrath  to  rise! 
On  swifter- wings  salvation  flies; 
And  it  he  lets  his  anger  burn, 
How  soon  his  frowns  to  pity  turn  ! 

5  Amidst  his  wrath  compassion  shines; 
His  strokes  are  lighter  than  our  sins ; 
And  while  his  rod  corrects  his  saints, 
His  ear  indulges  their  complaints. 

6  So  fathers  their  young  sons  chastise, 
With  gentle  hands  and  melting  eves : 
The  children  weep  beneath  the  smart, 
And  move  the  pity  of  their  heart. 


194  PSALM  C1I1. 

PAUSE. 

7  The  mighty  God,  the  wise  andjust, 
Knows  that  our  frame  is  feeble  dust ; 
And  will  not  heavy  loads  impose 
Beyond  the  strength  that  he  bestows. 

8  He  knows  how  soon  our  nature  dies, 
Blasted  by  ev'ry  wind  that  flies ; 
Like  grass  we  spring  and  die  as  soon, 
Or  morning  flowers  that  fade  at  noon. 

9  But  his  eternal  love  is  sure 

To  all  the  saints,  and  shall  endure ; 
From  age  to  age  his  truth  shall  reign, 
Nor  children's  children  hope  in  vain. 
PSALM  103.  1—7.  First  Part.  S.  Metre. 

1  /^H  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul, 
V_/  Let  all  within  me  join, 

And  aid  my  tongue  to  bless  his  name. 
Whose  favours  are  divine. 

2  Oh  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul, 

Nor  let  his  mercies  lie 
Forgotten  in  unthankfulness ; 
And  without  praises  die. 

3  'Tis  he  forgives  thy  sins, 

'Tis  he  relieves  thy  pain, 
'Tis  he  that  heals  thy  sicknesses, 
And  makes  thee  young  again. 

4  He  crowns  thy  life  with  love; 

When  ransom'd  from  the  grave ; 
He  that  redeem'd  my  soul  from  hell 
Hath  sov'reign  power  to  save. 

5  He  fills  the  poor  with  good  ; 

He  gives  the  suffrers  rest; 
The  Lord  hath  judgments  for  the  proud, 
And  justice  forth*  opprest. 


PSALM  CHI.  195 

6  His  wond'rous  works  and  ways 
He  made  by  Moses  known  ; 
But  sent  the  world  his  truth  and  grace 
By  his  beloved  Son. 

PSALM  103.  8—18.  Second  Part.  S.  Metre 

1  \/TY  soul,  repeat  his  praise,    - 
-!>.▼  A  Whose  mercies  are  so  great ; 
Whose  anger  is  so  slow  to  rise, 

So  ready  to  abate. 

2  God  will  not  always  chide; 

And  when  his  strokes  are  felt, 
His  strokes  are  fewer  than  our  crimes, 
And  lighter  than  our  guilt. 

3  High  as  the  heavens  are  rais'd 

Above  the  ground  we  tread, 
So  far  the  riches  of  his  grace 
Our  highest  thoughts  exceed, 

4  His  power  subdues  our  sins, 
^  And  his  forgiving  love, 

Far  as  the  east  is  from  the  west, 
Doth  all  our  guilt  remove. 

5  The  pity  of  the  Lord 

To  those  that  fear  his  name, 
Is  such  as  tender  parents  feel — 
He  knows  our  feeble  frame. 

6  He  knows  we  are  but  dust, 

Scatter'd  with  every  breath  : 
His  anger,  like  a  rising  wind, 
Can  send  us  swift  to  death. 

7  Our  days  are  as  the  grass, 

Or  like  the  morning  flower ! 
If  one  sharp  blast  sweep  o'er  the  field, 
It  withers  in  an  hour. 


196  PSALM  CIV. 

%  But  thy  compassions,  Lord, 
To  endless  years  endure  $ 
And  children's  children  ever  find 
Thy  words  of  promise  sure. 

PSALM  103.   19.  Third  Part.  Short  Metre. 

1  nPHE  Lord,  the  Sov'reign  King, 

-L    Hath  fix'd  his  throne  on  high, 
O'er  all  the  heav'nly  world  he  rules, 
And  all  beneath  the  sky. 

2  Ye  angels,  great  in  might, 

And  swift  to  do  his  will, 
Bless  ye  the  Lord,  whose  voice  ye  hear, 
Whose  pleasure  ye  fulfil. 

8  Let  the  bright  hosts  who  wait 
The  orders  of  their  King, 
And  guard  his  churches  when  they  pray, 
Join  in  the  praise  they  sing. 
4  While  all  his  wond'rous  works 

T^rOI-Hl  his  vast  kingdom  shows 
Their  Maker's  glory,  thcu,  my  soul, 
Shall  sing  his  graces  too. 

PSALM  1Q4. 

j   \/IY  soul,  thy  great  Creator  praise  > 
IVX  When  cloth'd  in  his  celestial  rays 
He  in  full  majesty  appears, 
And  like  a  robe  his  glory  wears. 

Note,   this  Psalm  may  be  sung  to  the  tune  of 
the  old  112//z   or   127 th  Psalm,  by  adding 
these  two  lines  to  every  stanza,  viz. 
"  Great  is  the  Lord !  what  tongue  can  frame 
"  An  equal  honour  to  his  name  I" 
Otherwise  it  must  be  sung  as  the  \O0th  Psalm  % 

2  The  heav'ns  are  for  his  curtains  spread ; 
Th'  unfathom'd  deep  he  makes  his  bed  $ 


PSALM  CIV.  197 

Clouds  are  his  chariot,  when  he  flies 
Om  winged  storms  across  the  skies. 

3  Angels,  whom  his  own  breath  inspires, 
His  ministers  are  flaming  fires  ; 

And  swift  as  thought  their  armies  move 
To  bear  his  vengeance  or  his  love. 

4  The  world's  foundation  by  his  hand 
Is  pois'd,  and  shall  for  ever  stand : 
He  binds  the  ocean  in  his  chain, 
Lest  it  should  drown  the  earth  again. 

5  When  earth  was  cover'd  with  the  flood, 
Which  high  above  the  mountains  stood, 
He  thunder'd,  and  the  ocean  fled, 
Confin'd  to  its  appointed  bed. 

6  The  swelling  billows  know  their  bound, 
And  in  their  channels  walk  their  round  ; 
^  et  thence  convey'd  by  secret  veins, 
They  spring  on  hills,  and  drench  the  plains. 

7  He  bids  the  crystal  fountains  flow, 
And  cheer  the  valleys  as  they  go; 
There  gentle  herds  their  thirst  allay, 
And  for  the  stream  wild  asses  bray. 

8  From  pleasant  trees  which  shade  the  brinks 
The  lark  and  linnet  light  to  drink; 
Their  songs  the  lark  and  linnet  raise,. 
And  chide  our  silence  in  his  praise. 

PAUSE  the  First. 

9  God  from  his  cloudy  cistern  pours 

On  the  parch'd  earth  enriching  showers: 
The  grove,  the  garden,  and  the  field, 
A  thousand  joyful  blessings  yield. 

10  He  makes  the  grassy  food  arise, 
And  gives  the  cattle  large  supplies; 

•  ■    R     2 


198  PSALM  CIV. 

With  herbs  for  man  of  various  power, 
To  nourish  nature,  or  to  cure. 

1 1  What  noble  fruit  the  vines  produce ! 
The  olive  yields  a  pleasing  juice; 

Our  hearts  are  cheer'd  with  gen'rous  wine* 
His  gifts  proclaim  his  love  divine. 

12  His  bounteous  hands  our  table  spread, 
He  fills  our  cheerful  stores  with  bread ; 
While  food  our  vital  strength  imparts, 
Let  daily  praise  inspire  our  hearts. 

PAUSE  the  Second. 
IS  Behold  the  stately  cedar  stands 
Rais'd  in  the  forest  by  his  hands ; 
Birds  to  -the  boughs  for  shelter  fly, 
And  build  their  nests  secure  on  high. 

14  To  craggy  hills  ascends  the  goat  ; 
And  at  the  airy  mountain's  foot 

The  feebler  creatures  make  their  cell ; 
He  gives  them  wisdom  where  to  dwell. 

15  He  sets  the  sun  his  circling  race, 
Appoints  the  moon  to  change  her  face  -y 
And  when  thick  darkness  veils  the  day, 
Calls  out  wild  beasts  to  hunt  their  prey. 

16  Fierce  lions  lead  their  young  abroad, 
And,  roaring,  ask  their  meat  from  God;. 
But  when  the  morning-beams  arise, 
The  savage  beast  to  covert  flies. 

27 Then  man  to  daily  labour  goes;. 
The  night  was  made  for  his  repose  : 
Sleep  is  thy  gift,  that  sweet  relief  , 
From  tiresome  toil  and  wasting  grief. 

2  8  How  strange  thy  workshow  great  thy  skill  I 
While  ev'ry  land  thy  riches  fill : 
Thy  wisdom  round" the  world  we  see. 
This  spacious  earth  is  full  of  thee. 


PSALM  CIV.  199 

19  Nor  less  thv  glories  in  the  deep, 
Where  fish  in  millions  swim  and  creep, 
With  wond'rous  motions,  swift  or  slow, 
Still  wand'ring  in  the  paths  below. 

20  There  ships  divide  their  wat'ry  way, 
And  flocks  of  scaly  monsters  play; 
The  huge  Leviathan  resides, 

And  fearless  sports  amid  the  tides. 

PAUSE  the  Third. 

21  Vast  are  thy  works,  almighty  Lord, 
All  nature  rests  upon  thy  word  5 

And  the  whole  race  of  creatures  stands 
Waiting  their  portion  from  thy  hands. 

22  While  each  receives  his  difFrent  food, 
Their  cheerful  looks  pronounce  it  good; 
Eagles  and  bears,  and  whales  and  worms 
Rejoice  and  praise  in  diff'rent  forms, 

23  But  when  thy  face  is  hid  they  mourn, 
And,  dying,  to  their  dust  return; 
Both  man  and  beast  their  souls  resign  ; 
Life,  breath,  and  spirit,  all  are  thine. 

24  Yet  thou  canst  breathe  on  dust  again, 
And  fill  the  world  with  beasts  and  men  ; 
A  word  of  thy  creating  breath 
Repairs  the  wastes  of  time  and  death. 

25  His  work,,  the  wonders  of  his  might, 
Are  honoyr'd  with  his  own  delight: 
How  awful  are  his  glorious  ways  ! 
The  Lord  is  dreadful  in  his  praise. 

26  The  earth  stands  trembling  at  thy  stroke » 
And  at  thy  touch  the  mountains  smoke  ; 
Yet  humble  souls  may  see  thy  face, 

And  tell  their  wants  to  sov'reign  grace^ 


'G 


200  PSALM  CV. 

27  In  thee  my  hopes  and  wishes  meet, 
And  make  my  meditations  sweet, 
Thy  praises  shall  my  breath  employ 
Till  it  expire  in  endles  joy, 

28  While  haughty  sinners  die  accurst, 
Their  glory  bury'd  with  their  dust, 
I  to  my  God,  my  heav'nly  king, 
Immortal  hallelujahs  sing. 

PSALM  105.  Abridged.  Common  Metre. 

IVE  thanks  to  God,  invoke  his  name, 
_T  And  tell  the  world  his  grace, 
Sound  through  the  earth  his  deeds  of  fame, 
-That  all  may  seek  his  face. 

2  His  covenant,  which  he  kept  in  mind 

For  numerous  ages  past,  I 

To  num'rous  ages  yet  behind 

In  equal  force  shall  last. 

3  He  swore  to  Abram  and  his  seed, 

And  made  the  blessing  sure  : 
Gentiles  the  ancient  promise  read, 
And  find  his  truth  endure. 

4  "  Thy  seed  shall  make  all  nations  blest," 

Said  the  Almighty  voice  ; 
"  And  Canaan's  land  shall  be  their  rest, 
«  The  type  of  heav'nly  joys." 

5  [How  large  the  great!  how  rich  thy  grace  I 

To  give  them  Canaan's  land, 
When  they  were  strangers  in  the  place, 
A  small  and  feeble  band  1 

6  Like  pilgrims  through  the  countries  round 

Securely  they  remov'd ; 
And  haughty  kings  that  on  them  frown  d 
-  Severely  he  reprov'd. 


PSALM  CV:  1201 

7  "  Touch  mine  anointed,  and  mine  arm 

"  Shall  soon  avenge  the  wrong  : 
"  The  man  that  does  my  prophets  harm 
"  Shall  know  their  God  is  strong." 

8  Then  let  the  ivorld  forbear  Us  rage. 

Nor  [nit  the  church  in  fear; 
Isral  must  live  through  ev'ry  age, 
And  be  tli  Almighty's  care.] 

PAUSE  the  First. 

9  When  Pharaoh  dar'd  vex  the  saints, 

And  thus  provok'd  their  God, 
Moses  was  sent  at  their  complaints, 
Arm'd  with  his  dreadful  rod. 

10  He  calFd  for  darkness,  darkness  came 

Like  an  o'erwhelming  flood ; 
He  turn'd  each  lake  and  ev'ry  stream 
To  lakes  and  streams  of  blood. 

1 1  He  gave  the  sign,  and  noisome  flies 

Thro'  the  whole  country  spread; 
And  frogs  in  baleful  armies  rise- 
About  the  monarch's  bed. 

12  Thro' fields,  and  towns,  and  palaces, 

The  ten-fold  vengeance  flew  ; 
Locusts  in  swarms  devour'd  their  trees, 
And  hail  their  cattle  slew. 

13  Then  by  an  angel's  mid-night  stroke 

The  flower  ot  Egypt  died  ; 
The  strength  of  ev'ry  house  was  broke, 
Their  glory  and  their  pride. 

14  Now  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage, 

Nor  put  the  church  in  fear ; 
Isral  must  live  thro''  evWy  age, 
And  be  thy  Almighty  s  care. 


202  PSALM  CVI. 

PAUSE  the  Second. 

1 5  Thus  the  tribes  from  bondage  freed, 

And  left  the  hated  ground ; 
Rich  with  Egyptian  spoils  they  fled, 
Nor  was  one  feeble  found. 

16  The  Lord  himself  chose  out  their  way, 

And  mark'd  their  journeys  right, 
Gave  them  a  leading  cloud  by  day, 
A  fiery  guide  by  night. 

17  They  thirst,  and  waters  from  the  rock 

In  rich  abundance  flow, 
And  following  still  the  course  they  took, 
Run  all  the  desert  through. 

18  O  wond'rous  stream  !  O  blessed  type 

Of  ever-flowing  grace ! 
So  Christ  our  rock  maintains  our  life, 
And  aids  our  wand'ring  race. 

19  Thus  guarded  by  tV  Almighty  hand, 

The  chosen  tribes  possest 
Canaan,  the  rich,  the  promis'd  land, 
And  there  enjoy'd  their  rest. 

£0  Then  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage, 
The  church  renounce  her  fear  s 
Isra'l  must  live  thro'  evyry  age, 
And  be  thy  Almighty's  care. 

PSALM  106.   1—5.    First  Part.   L.  Metre 

1  r  I  "^O  God  the  great,  the  ever  bless'd, 

JL    Let  songs  of  honour  be  address'd  -, 
His  mercy  firm  for  ever  stands ; 
Give  him  the  thanks  his  love  demands. 

2  Who  knows  the  wonders  of  thy  ways  ? 
Who  shall  fulfil  thy  boundless  praise? 
Blessed  are  the  souls  that  fear  thee  still* 
And  pay  their  duty  to  thy  will. 


PSALM  CVI.  203 

3  Remember  what  thy  mercy  did 
For  Jacob's  race,  thy  chosen  seed; 
And  with  the  same  salvation  bless 
The  meanest  suppliant  of  thy  grace. 

4  O  may  I  see  thy  tribes  rejoice, 

And  aid  their  triumphs  with  my  voice  ! 

This  is  my  glory,  Lord  to  be 

Join'd  to  thy  saints,  and  near  to  thee. 

PSALM  106.  7,43—48.  S.  Part.  S.  Metre. 

1  /^»  OD  of  eternal  love, 

VJT  How  fickle  are  our  ways ! 
And  yet  how  oft  did  Israel  prove 
Thy  constancy  of  grace! 

2  They  saw  thy  wonders  wrought, 

And  then  thy  praise  they  sung; 
But  soen  thy  works  of  power  forgot, 
And  murmur'd  with  their  tongue. 

3  Now  they  believe  his  word, 

While  rocks  with  rivers  flow ! 
Now  with  their  lusts  provoke  the  Lord, 
And  he  redue'd  them  low. 

4  Yet  when  they  mourn 'd  their  faults, 

He  harken'd  to  their  groans, 
Brought  his  own  cov'nant  to  his  thoughts,, 
And  call'd  them  still  his  sons. 

5  Their  names  were  in  his  book, 

He  sav'd  them  from  their  foes ; 
Oft  he  chastis'd  but  ne'er  forsook 
The  people  that  he  chose. 

6  Let  Israel  bless  the  Lord, 

Who  lov'd  their  ancient  race; 
And  Christians  join  the  solemn  word 
Amen,  to  all  the  praise. 


204  PSALM  CVII. 

PSALM  107.  First  Part.  Long  Metre, 
j  /^i  IVE  thanks  to  God  he  reigns  above; 

VX  Kind  are  his  thoughts,  his  name  is  love ; 

His  mercy  ages  past  have  known, 

And  ages  long  to  come  shall  own. 

2  Let  the  redeemed  of  the  Lord 
The  wonders  of  his  grace  record ; 
Israel,  the  nation  whom  he  chose, 
And  rescu'd  from  their  mighty  foes, 

3  [When  God's  own  arm  their  fetters  broke,, 
And  freed  them  from  th'  Egyptian  yoke, 
They  trac'd  the  desert,  wand'ring  round 
A  wild  and  solitary  ground. 

4  There  they  could  find  no  leading  road, 
Nor  city  for  their  fix'd  abode : 

Nor  food,  nor  fountain  to  assuage 
Their  burning  thirst,  or  hunger's  rage] 

5  In  their  distress  to  God  they  cried, 
God  was  their  Saviour  and  their  guide ; 
He  led  their  wand'ring  march  around, 
And   brought    their   tribes   to    Canaan's 

ground. 

6  Thus,  when  our  first  release  we  gain 
From  Sin's  old  yoke  and  Satan's  chain, 
We  have  this  desert  world  to  pass, 

A  dang'rous  and  a  tiresome  place. 

7  He  feeds  and  clothes  us  all  the  way, 
He  guides  our  footsteps  lest  we  strsy ; 
He  guards  us  with  a  pow'rfui  hand, 
And  brings  us  to  the  heav'nly  land. 

8  O  let  the  saints  with  joy  record 
The  truth  and  goodness  of  the  Lord! 
How  great  his  works!  how  kind  his  ways  I 
Let  ev'ry  tongue  pronounce  his  praise. 


PSALM  CVII.  205 

'PSALM  107.  Second  Part.  Lonr  Metre. 

1  T7KOM  age  to  age  exalt  his  name, 

X     God  and  his  grace  are  still  the  same  : 
lie  fills  the  hungry  soul  with  food, 
And  feeds  the  poor  with  ev'ry  good. 

2  But  if  their  heirts  rebel  and  rise 
Against  the  God  that  rules  the  skies; 
If  they  reject  his  heav'nly  word, 
And  slight  the  counsels  of  the  Lord ; 

3'  He'll  bring  their  spirits  to  the  ground, 
And  no  deliv'rer  shall  be  found ; 
Laden  with  grief  they  waste  their  breath 
In  darkness  and  the  shades  of  death. 

4  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raise  their  cries, 
He  makes  the  dawning  light  arise, 
And  scatters  all  that  dismal  shade 
That  hung  so  heavy  round  their  head. 

5  lie  cuts  the  bars  of  brass  in  two, 
And  lets  the  smiling  pris'ners  through; 
Takes  off  the  load  of  guilt  and  grief, 
And  gives  the  lab'ring  soul  relief. 

6  Oh  may  the  sons  of  men  record 

The  wond'rous  goodness  of  the  Lord ! 
How  great  his  works !  how  kind  his  ways ! 
Let  ev'ry  tongue  pronounce  his  praise. 
PSALM  107.   Third  Part.  Common  Metre. 

1  \/"AI^T  man'  0n  tooIisn  Pleasures  bent, 

V      Prepares  for  his  own  punishment; 
What  pains,  what  loathsome  maladies 
lVom  luxury  and  Just  arise  ! 

2  The  drtmkard  feels  his  vitals  waste, 

Yet  drowns  his  health  to  please  his  taste  j 
i  ill  all  his  -active  powers  are  lost, 
And  tainting  life  draws  near  the  dust, 
s 


206  PSALM  CVII. 

3  The  glutton  groans,  and  loathes  to  eat, 
His  soul  abhors  delicious  meat; 
Nature. with  heavy  loads  oppress'd, 
Would  yield  to  death  to  be  releas'd. 

4  Then  how  the  frighten'd  sinners  fly 
To  God  for  help,  with  earnest  cry  ! 
Hehears  their  groans,  prolongs  their  breath, 
And  saves  them  from  approaching  death. 

5  No  med'cines  could  effect  the  cure 
So  quick,  so  easy,  or  so  sure  : 
The  deadly  sentence  God  repeals, 

He  sends  his  sov'reign  word,  and  heals. 

6  Oh  may  the  sons  of  men  record 

The  won'drous  goodness  of  the  Lord ! 
And  let  their  thankful  off 'ring  prove 
How  they  adore  their  Maker's  love. 

PSALM  107.  Fourth  Part.  Long  Metre. 

1  TTTOULD  you  behold  the  works  of  God, 

V V     His  wonders  in  the  world  abroad? 
With  the  bold  mariner  survey 
The  unknown  regions  of  the  sea  ? 

2  They  leave  their  native  shores  behind, 
And  seize  the  favour  of  the  wind!  _ 
Till  God  command,  and  tempests  rise 
That  heave  the  ocean  to  the  skies. 

3  Now  to  the  heav'ns  they  mount  amain, 
Now  sink  to  dreadful  deeps  again ; 
What  strange  affrights  young  sailors  feel, 
And  like  a  stagg'ring  drunkard  reel ! 

4  When  land  is  far,  and  death  is  rfigh, 
Lost  to  all  hope,  to  God  they  cry  ; 
His  mercy  hears  their  loud  address, 
And  sends  salvation  in  distress. 


5  Me  bids  the  winds  their  wrath  assuage, 

And  stormy  tempests  cease  to  rage  ; 
The  gladsome  train  their  fears  give  o'er, 
And  hail  with  joy  their  native  shore. 

6  Oh  may  the  sons  of  men  record 

The  wond'rous  goodness  of  the  Lord ! 
Let  them  their  private  off 'rings  bring, 
And  in  the  church  his  glory  sing. 

PSALM  107.    Fifth  Part.    Common  Metre. 

1  rTMlY  works  of  glory,  mighty  Lord, 

A    That  rule  the  boist'rous  sea, 
The  sons  of  courage  shall  record, 
Who  tempt  that  dang'rous  way. 

2  At  thy  command  the  winds  arise ! 

And  swell  the  tow'ring  waves! 
The  men  astonish'd,  mount  the  skies, 
And  sink  in  gaping  graves. 

3  [Again  they  climb  the  wat'ry  hills, 

And  plunge  in  deeps  again; 
Each  like  a  tott'ring  drunkard  reels, 
And  finds  his  courage  vain. 

4  Frighted  to  hear  the  tempest  roar, 

They  pant  with  flutt'ring  breath; 
And  hopeless  of  the  distant  shore, 
Expect  immediate  death.] 

5  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raise  their  cries; 

He  hears  the  loud  request, 
And  orders  silence  thro*  the  skies, 
And  lays  the  Moods  to  rest. 

6  Sailors  rejoice  to  lose  their  fears, 

And  see  the  storm  allay'd  : 
Now  to  their  eyes  the  port  appears; 
There  let  their  vows  be  paid. 


208  PSALM  CVII. 

7  'Tis  God  that  brings  them  safe  to  land ; 

Let  stupid  mortals  know, 
That  waves  are  under  his  command, 
And  all  the  winds  that  blow. 

8  Oh  that  the  sons  of  men  would  praise 

The  goodness  of  the  Lord! 
And  those  that  see  thy  wond'rous  ways, 
Thy  wond'roias  love  record. 

PSALM  107.  Last  Part.  Long  Metre. 

1  TTTHEN  God,   provok'd  with  daring 

\  V         crimes, 
Scourges  the  madness  of  the  times, 
He  turns  their  fields  to  barren  sand, 
And  dries  the  rivers  from  the  land. 

2  His  word  can  raise  the  springs  again, 
And  make  the  wither'd  mountains  green, 
Send  show'ry  blessings  from  the  skies, 
And  harvests  in  the  desert  rise. 

3  [Where  nothing  dwelt  but  beasts  of  prey, 
Or  men  as  fierce  and  wild  as  they, 

He  bids  tV  opprest  and  poor  repair, 
And  builds  them  towns  and  cities  there. 

4  They  sow  the  fields,  and  trees  they  plant, 
Whose  yearly  fruit  supplies  their  want; 
Their  race  grows  up  from  fruitful  stocks, 
Their  wealth  increases  with  their  flocks. 

5  Thus  they  are  blest;  but  if  they  sin, 
He  lets  the  heathen  nations  in ; 

A  savage  crew  invades  their  lands, 
Their  princes  die  by  barb'rous  hands. 

6  Their  captive  sons,  expos'd  to  scorn, 
Wander  unpity'd  and  forlorn  ; 

The  country  lies  unfenc'd  untill'd, 
And  desolation  spreads  the  field. 


PSALM  CIA.  WS 

7  Yet  if  the  humbled  nation  mourns, 
Again  his  dreadful  hand  he  turns: 
Again  he  makes  their  cities  thrive, 
And  bids  the  dying  churches  live.] 

8  The  righteous,  with  a  joyful  sense, 
Admire  the  works  of  providence; 
And  tongues  of  atheists  shall  no  more 
Blaspheme  the  God  that  saints  adore. 

9  How  few  with  pious  care  record 
These  wond'rous  dealings  of  the  Lord  ! 
But  wise  observers  still  shall  find 

The  Lord  is  holy,  just,  and  kind. 
PSALM  108.    Common  Metre. 

1  A  WAKEj  my  soul,  to  sound  his  praise, 
iJL  Awake  my  harp  to  sing ; 

Join  all  my  powers  the  song  to  raise, 
And  morning  incense  bring. 

2  Among  the  people  of  his  care, 

And  thro*  the  nations  round, 
Glad  songs  of  praise  will  I  prepare, 
And  there  his  name  resound. 

3  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 

Above  the  starry  train ; 
Diffuse  thy  heav 'nly  grace  abroad, 
And  teach  the  world  thy  reign. 

4  So  shall  thy  chosen  sons  rejoice, 

And  throng  thy  courts  above  ; 
While  sinners  hear  thy  pard'ning  voice, 
And  taste  redeeming  love. 
PSALM  109.   1—5,31.  Common  Metre. 
1   iO  OD  of  my  mercy  and  my  praise, 
VJT  Thy  glory  is  my  song ; 
Tho^  sinners  speak  against  thy  grace 
V>  ith  a  blaspheming  tongue, 
S2 


'210  PSALM  CX. 

2  When  in  the  form  of  mortal  man 
Thy  son  on  earth  was  found; 
With  cruel  slanders  false  and  vain 
They  compass'd  him  around. 
2  Their  missies  his  compassion  move. 
Their  peace  he  still  pursu'd ; 
They  render  hatred  for  his  love, 
And  evil  for  his  good. 

4  Their  malice  rag'd  without  a  cause, 

Yet  with  his  dying  breath 
He  pray'd  for  murd'rers  on  his  cross, 
And  blest  his  foes  in  death. 

5  Lord,  shall  thy  bright  example  shine 

In  vain  before  my  eyes  ? 
Give  me  a  soul  a-kin  to  thine, 
To  love  mine  enemies. 

6  The  Lord  shall  on  my  side  engage, 

And  in  my  Saviour's  name 
I  shall  defeat  their  pride  and  rage, 
Who  slander  and  condemn. 

PSALM  110.  First  Part.  Long  Metre. 

1  TPHUS  God,  th'  eternal  Father  spake 

JL    To  Christ  the  Son :  "  Ascend  and  sit 
"  At  my  right  hand,  till  I  shall  make 
"  Thy  foes  submissive  at  thy  feet. 

2  "  From  Zion  shall  thy  word  proceed, 
"  Thy  word,  the  sceptre  in  thy  hand, 

**  Shall  make  the  hearts  of  rebels  bleed, 
"  And  bow  their  wills  to  thy  command. 

3  "  That  day  shall  show  thy  power  is  great, 
"  When  saints  thall  flock  with  willing  minds, 
"  And  sinners  crowd  thy  temple  gate, 

"  Where  holiness  in  beauty  shines." 


PSALM  CX.  211 

4  O  blessed  Power !  O  glorious  day  ! 
What  a  large  vict'ry  shall  ensue ! 
And  converts,  who  thy  grace  obey, 
Exceed  the  drops  of  morning  dew. 

PSALM  110.  Second  Part.  Long  Metre. 

1  npUIUS  the  great  Lord  of  earth  and  sea 

JL     Spake  to  his  Son,  and  thus  he  swore; 
"  Eternal  shall  thy  priesthood  be, 
"  And  change  from  hand  to  hand  no  more. 

2  "  Aaron,  and  all  his  sons,  must  die; 
"  But  everlasting  life  is  thine, 

"  To  save  forever  those  that  fly 

"  For  refuge  from  the  wrath  divine. 

3  "  By  me  Melchisedec  was  made 

"  On  earth  a  king  and  priest  at  once  ; 
"  And  thou,  mytieav'nly  Priest,  shalt  plead, 
"  And  thou,  my  King,  shalt  rule  my  sons.'' 

4  Jesus,  the  Priest  ascends  his  throne, 
While  counsels  of  eternal  peace, 
Between  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
Proceed  with  honour  and  success. 

5  Thro'  the  whole  earth  his  reign  shall  spread 
And  crush  the  powers  that  dare  rebel ; 
Then  shall  he  judge  the  rising  dead, 

And  send  the  guilty  world  to  hell. 

6  Tho'  while  he  treads  his  glorious  way, 
He  drinks  the  cup  of  threats  and  blood, 
The  suiFrings  of  that  dreadful  day 
Shall  but  advance  him  near  to  God. 

PSALM  110.   Common  Metre, 
1    TESUS,  our  Lord,  ascend  thy  throne, 
•J    And  near  thy  father  sit; 
In  Zion  shall  thy  power  be  .known. 
And  make  thy  toes  submit. 


212  PSALM  CXI. 

2  What  wonders  shall  thy  gospel  do  ! 

Thy  converts  shall  surpass 
The  num'rous  drops  of  morning-dew, 
And  own  thy  sov'reign  grace. 

3  God  hath  pronounc'd  a  firm  decree, 

Nor  changes  what  he  swore ; 
"  Eternal  shall  thy  priesthood  be, 
"  Wfeen  Aaron  is  no  more. 

4  "  Melchisedec,  that  wond'rous  priest, 

"  That  king  of  high  degree, 
"  That  holy  man,  who  Ahram  blest, 
"  Was  but  a  type  of  thee." 

5  Jesus  our  P       \  for  ever  lives 

To  plead  ■or  us  above  ; 
Jesus  our  I       ;    o*  ever  gives 
The  bk-ssings  of  his  love, 

6  God  shall  exalt  his  glorious  head, 

And  his  high  throne  maintain, 
Shall  strike  the  powers  and  princes  dead, 
Who  dare  oppose  his  reign. 

PSALM  111.  First  Part.  Common  Metre, 

1  QONGS  of  immortal  praise  belong  - 
O  To  my  Almighty  God; 

He  has  my  heart,  and  he  my  tongue, 
To  spread  his  name  abroad. 

2  How  greatthe  works  hishand  has  wrought ! 

How  glorious  in  our  sight ! 
And  men  in  ev'ry  age  have  sought 
His  wonders  with  delight. 

3  How  fair  and  beauteous  nature's  frame  ! 

How  wise  th'  eternal  mind  1 
His  counsels- never  change  the  scheme 
That  his  first  thoughts  design'd 


PSALM  CXII.  213 

4  When  lie  redeem'd  his  chosen  sons, 

He  fix't  his  cov'nant  sure: 
The  orders  that  his  lips  pronounce, 
To  endless  years  endure. 

5  Nature  and  time,  and  earth  and  skies, 

Thy  heav'nly  skill  proclaim  ; 
What  shall  we' do  to  make  us  wise, 
But  learn  to  read  thy  name  ? 

6  To  fear  thy  power,  to  trust  thy  grace, 

Is  our  divinest  skill ! 
And  he's  the  wisest  of  our  race 
That  best  obeys  thy  will. 

PSALM  111.  Second  Part.  Common  Metre. 

1  /^i  REAT  is  the  Lord  ;  his  works  of  might 
VJT  Demand  our  noblest  songs; 

Let  his  assembled  saints  unite 
Their  harmony  of  tongues. 

2  Great  is  the  mercy  of  the  Lord, 

He  gives  his  children  food  ; 
And,  ever  mindful  of  his  word, 
He  makes  his  promise  good. 

3  His  Son,  the  Great  Redeemer,  came 

To  seal  his  cov'nant  sure  ; 
Holy  and  rev'rend  is  his  name, 
His  ways  are  just  and  pure. 

4  They  that  would  grow  divinely  wise, 

Must  with  his  fear  begin  ; 
Our  fairest  proof  of  knowledge  lies 
In  hating  ev'ry  sin. 

PSALM  112.  As  the  113th  Psalm. 
—  1  HPHAT  man  is  blest  who  stands  in  awe 
X    Of  God,  and  loves  his  sacred  law  ; 
His  seed  on  earth  shall  be  renown'd  : 


214  PSALM  CXII. 

His  house  the  seat  of  wealth  shall  be, 
An  unexhausted  treasury, 

And  with  successive  honours  crown'd. 

2  His  liberal  favours  he  extends, 
To  some  he  gives,  to  others  lends ; 

A  gen'rous  pity  fills  his  mind ; 
Yet  what  his  charity  impairs, 
He  saves  by  prudence  in  affairs, 

And  thus'he's  just  to  all  mankind. 

3  His  hands,  while  they  his  alms  bestow'd, 
His  glory's  future  harvest  sow'd ; 

The  sweet  rememb'rance  of  the  just, 
Like  a  green  root,  revives  and  bears 
A  train  of  blessings  for  his  heirs, 

When  dying  nature  sleeps  in  dust. 

4  Beset  with  threat'ning  dangers  round, 
Unmov'd  shall  he  maintain  his  ground  ; 

His  conscience  holds  his  courage  up : 
The  soul  that's  fill'd  with  virtue's  light, 
Shines  brightest  in  affliction's  night, 

And  sees  in  darkness  beams  of  grace. 
PAUSE. 

5  [111  tidings  never  can  surprise 
His  heart  that  frx'd  on  God  relies, 

Tho'  waves  and  tempests  roar  around  : 
Safe  on  a  rock  he  sits,  and  sees 
The  shipwreck  of  his  enemies, 

And  all  their  hope  and  glory  drown'd. 

6  The  wicked  shall  his  triumph  sec, 
And  gnash  their  teeth  in  agony, 

To  find  their  expectations  crost : 
They  and  their  envy,  pride  and  spite, 
Sink  down  to  everlasting  night, 

And  all  their  names  in  darkness  lost.] 


PSALM  CXII.  215 

Pc  vLM  112.    Long  Metre. 

1  rTPI  I  \  (CL  happy-man  who  fears  the  Lord, 

JL     I .     es  his  commmands,  and  trusts  his 
Hoi  :'id  peace  his  days  attend,  [word: 

An  rings  to  his  seed  descend. 

2  Co  on  dwells  upon  his  mind, 
T              i  of  mercy  still  inclin'd: 
H(  the  poor  some  present  aid, 
Or  gives  them,  not  to  be  repaid. 

3  When  times  grow  dark,  and  tidings  spread 
That  rill  his  neighbours  round  with  dread 
His  heart  is  arm'd  against  the  fear, 

For  God  with  all  his  power  is  there. 

4  His  spirit,  flx'd  upon  the  Lord, 
Draws  heav'nly  courage  from  his  word  3 
Amidst  the  darkness  light  shall  rise, 
To  cheer  his  heart  and  bless  his  eyes. 

5  He  hath  dispers'd  his  alms  abroad, 
His  works  are  still  before  his  God  ; 
His  name  on  earth  shall  long  remain, 
While  envious  sinners  rage  in  vain. 

PSALM  112.   Common  Metre. 

1  T  TAPPY  is  he  that  fears  the  Lord, 
JlI  And  follows  his  commands, 
Who  lends  the  poor  without  reward, 

Or  gives  with  lib'ral  hands. 

2  As  pity  dwells  within  his  breast 

To  all  the  sons  of  need  ; 
So  God  shall  answer  his  request 
With  blessings  on  his  seed. 

3  No  evil  tidings  shall  surprise 

His  well-establish'd  mind; 
His  soul  to  God,  his  refuge,  flies, 
And  leaves  his  fears  behind. 


216  PSALM  CXIII. 

4  In  times  of  danger  and  distress 

Some  beams  of  light  shall  shine, 
To  show  the  world  his  righteousness. 
And  give  ,him  peace  divine. 

5  His  works  of  piety  and  love 

Remain  before  the  Lord  ; 
Honour  on  earth,  and  joys  above, 
Shall  be  his  sure  reward. 

PSALM  113.  Proper  Tune. 

1  \TE  that  delight  to  serve  the  Lord, 

JL    The  honours  of  his  name  record — 
His  sacred  name  for  ever  bless  : 
Where'er  the  circling  sun  displays 
His  rising  beams  or  sitting  rays, 

Let  lands  and  seas  his  power  confess. 

2  Not  time,  nor  Nature's  narrow  rounds, 
Can  give  his  vast  dominion  bounds. 

The  heav'ns  are  far  below  his  height  5 
Let  no  created  greatness  dare 
With  our  eternal  God  compare, 

Arm'd  with  his  uncreated  might. 

3  He  bows  his  glorious  head  to  view 
What  the  bright  hosts  of  angels  do. 

And  bends  his  care  to  mortal  things; 
His  sov'reign  hand  exalts  the  poor, 
He  takes  the  needy  from  the  door, 

And  seats  them  on  the  thrones  of  kings. 

4  When  childless  families  despair, 
He  sends  the  blessings  of  an  heir, 

To  rescue  their  expiring  name  ; 
The  mother,  with  a  thankful  voice, 
Proclaims  his  praises  and  her  joys  ; 

Let  ev'ry  age  advance  his  fame. 


PSALM  CXIV.  217 

PSALM  113.  Long  Metre. 

1  "VTE,  servants  of  the  Almighty  King, 

X     In  ev'ry  age  his  praises  sing  : 
Where'er  the  snn  shall  rise  or  set, 
The  nation  shall  his  praise  repeat. 

2  Above  the  earth,  beyond  the  sky, 
His  throne  of  glory  stands  on  high  ; 
Nor  time,  nor  place  his  power  restrain, 
Nor  bound  his  universal  reign. 

3  Which  of  the  sons  of  Adam  dare, 
Or  angels  with  their  God  compare  ? 
His  glories,  how  divinely  bright, 
Who  dwells  in  uncreated  light ! 

4  Behold  his  love!  he  stoops  to  view 
What  saints  above  and  angels  do; 
And  condescends  yet  more  to  know 
The  mean  affairs  of  men  below. 

5  From  dust  and  cottages  obscure 
His  grace  exalts  the  humble  poor! 
Gives  them  the  honour  of  his  sons, 
And  fits  them  for  their  heav'nly  thrones. 

6  [A  word  of  his  creating  voice 
Can  make  the  barren  house  rejoice : 
Tho'  Sarah's  ninety  years  were  past, 
The  promis'd  seed  is  born  at  last. 

7  With  joy  the  mother  views  her  son, 
And  tells  the  wonders  God  has  done; 
Faith  may  grow  strong  when  sense  despairs : 
If  nature  fails,  the  promise  bears.] 

PSALM  114.  Long  Metre,    [hand, 

1    \/VHEN  Isra'J>    freed  lVom  Pharaoh's 
V  V    Left  the  proud  tyrant  and  his  land, 
The  tribes  with  cheerful  homage  own 
Their  King,  and  Judah  was  his  throne. 

T 


218  PSALM  CXV. 

2  Across  the  deep  their  journey  lay; 
The  deep  divides  to  make  them  way; 
Jordan  beheld  their  march,  and  fled 
Wkh  backward  current  to  his  head. 

3  The  mountains  shook  like  frighted  sheep, 
Like  lambs  the  little  hillocks  leap ; 

Not  Sinai  on  her  base  could  stand, 
Conscious  of  sov'reign  power  at  hand. 

4  What  power  could  make  the  deep  divide  ? 
Make  Jordan  backward  roll  his  tide  ? 
Why  did  ye  leap,  ye  little  hills? 

And  whence  the  dread  that  Sinai  feels  ? 

5  Let  ev'ry  mountain,  ev'ry  flood 
Retire  and  know  th'  approaching  God, 
The  King  of  Isra'l:  see  him  here  ; 

-^Tremble  thou  earth,  adore  and  fear. 

6  He  thunders,  and  all  nature  mourns, 
The  rock  to  standing  pools  he  turns ; 
Flints  spring  with  fountains  at  hit>  word, 
And  fires  and  seas  confess  the  Lord. 

PSALM  115.  First  Metre. 

1  "VTOT  to  ourselves,  who  are  but  dust, 
IN    Not  to  ourselves  is  glory  due, 
Eternal  God,  thou  only  just, 

•  Thou  only  gracious,  wise,  and  true. 

2  Display  to  earth  thy  dreadful  name ; 
Why  should  a  heathen's  haughty  tongue 
Insult  us,  and,  to  raise  our  shame, 

Say,   "  Where's  the  God  you've  serv'd  so 
long?" 
S  The  God  we  serve  maintains  his  throne, 
Above  the  clouds,  beyond  the  skies; 
Thro'  all  the  earth  his  will  is  done, 
He  knows  our  groans,  he  hears  our  cries. 


PSALM  CXV.  2 1 ) 

4  Bat  the  vain  idols  they  adore 

Are  senseless  shapes  of  stone  and  wood  : 
At  best  a  mass  of  gfitt'ring  ore, 
A  silver  saint,  or  golden  god. 

5  [With  eyes  and  ears  they  earve  the  bead; 
Deaf  are  their  ears,  their  eyes  are  blind  : 
In  vain  are  costly  oh1  'rings  made, 

And  vows  are  seatter'd  in  the  wind. 

6  Their  feet  were  never  made  to  move, 
Nor  hands  to  save  when  mortals  pray; 
Mortals  that  pay  them  fear  or  love, 
Seem  to  be  blind  and  deaf  as  they.] 

7  O  Isra'l,  make  the  Lord  thy  hope, 
Thy  help,  thy  refuge,  and  thy  rest ; 
The  Lord  shall  build  thy  ruins  up, 
And  bless  the  people  and  the  priest. 

8  The  dead  no  more  can  speak  thy  praise, 
They  dwell  in  silence  in  the  grave ; 
But  we  shall  live  to  sing  thy  grace, 
And  tell  the  world  thy  power  to  save. 

PSALM  115.  Second  Metre. 
As  the  new  Tune  of  the  50th  Psalm. 

1  TVT^J t0  °Ur  names> tnou  ontyjust  and  true, 
-I^M  Not  to  our  worthless  names  is  glory  due : 
Thy  power  and  grace,  thy  truth  and  jus- 
tice claim 

Immortal  honours  to  thy  sov'reign  name : 
Shine  thro'  the  earth,  from  heav'n,  thy  blest 
abode,  [God !" 

Nor  let  the  heathens  say,  "  Where  is  your 

2  Heav'n  is  thine  higher  court:  there  stands 

thy  throne, 
And  thro'  the  lower  worlds  thy  will  is  done  : 


220  PSALM  CXV-. 

God  fram'd  this  earth,  the  starry  heav'ns 
he  spread,  [made  ; 

But  fools  adore  the  gods  their  hands  have 

The  kneeling  crowd,  with  looks  devout, 
behold 

Their  silver  saviours,  and  their  saints  of  gold. 

3  T  Vain  are  those  artful  shapes  of  eyes  and  ears  > 
The  molten  image  neither  sees  nor  hears; 
Their  hands  are  helpless,  nor  their  feet  can 
move,  [power,  nor  love; 

They  have  no  speech,  nor  thought,  nor 
Yet  sottish  mortals  make  their  long  com- 
plaints 
To  their  deaf  idols,  and  their  lifeless  saints. 
4,  The  rich  have  statues  well  adorn'd  with  gold, 
The  poor,  content  with  gods  of  coarser 

mould, 
With  tools  of  iron  carve  the  senseless  stock, 
Lopt  from  a  tree,  or  bioken  from  a  rock: 
People  and  priests  drive  on  the  solemn  trade, 
And  trust  the  gods  that  saws  and  hammers 
made.] 

5  Be  heav'n  and  earth  amaz'd  !  'tis  hard  to  say 
Which  are  more  stupid,  or  their  gods,  or 

they. 
O  Israel,  trust  the  Lord ;  he  hears  and  sees, 
He  knows  thy  sorrows,  and  restores  thy 

peace  ; 
His  worship  doesathousand  comforts  yield; 

He  is  thy  help,  and  he  thine  heav'nly  shield. 

6  In  God  we  trust :  our  impious  foes  in  vain 
Attempt  our  ruin,  and  oppose  his  reign ; 
Had  they  prevailed,  darkness  had  clos'd 

our  days, 
And  death  and  silence  had  forbid  his  praise : 


PSALM  CXVI.  221 

But  we  are  sav'd,  and  live ; — let  songs  arise> 
And  Zion  bless  the  God  that  built  the  skies 

PSALM  116.    First  Part.  Common  Metre. 

1     T  LOVE  the  Lord :  he  heard  my  cries, 
A    And  pity 'd  every  groan; 
Long  as  I  live,  when  troubles  rise, 
I'll  hasten  to  his  throne. 
2.  I  lov'd  the  Lord :  he  bow'd  his  ear, 
And  chas'd  my  griefs  away: 
Oh  let  my  heart  no  more  despair 
When  I  have  breath  to  pray. 

3  My  flesh  declin'd  my  spirits  fc\]y 

And  I  drew  near  the  dead, 
While  inward  pangs  and  fears  of  hell 
Perplex'd  my  wakeful  head. 

4  "  My  God,"  I  cried,  "  thy  servant  save, 

"  Thou  ever  good  and  just  ; 
"  Thy  power  can  rescue  from  the  grave, 
"  Thy  power  is  all  my  trust." 

5  The  Lord  beheld  me  sore  distrest, 

He  bade  my  pains  remove  ; 
Return  my  soul,  to  God  thy  rest, 
For  thou  hast  known  his  love. 

6  My  God  hath  sav'd  my  soul  from  death, 

And  dry'd  my  falling  tears  ; 
Now  to  his  praise  I'll  spend  my  breath, 
And  my  remaining  years. 

PSALM  116.  SecondTart.    C.  Metre. 

1   VK7HAT  shall  I  render  to  my  God 
V  V     For  all  his  kindness  shown  ? 
My  feet  shall  visit  thine  abode, 
My  songs  address  thy  throne. 
T  2 


222  PSALM  CXVII. 

2  Among  the  saints  that  fill  thine  house, 

My  ofPrings  shall  be  paid ; 
There  shall  my  zeal  perform  the  vows 
My  soul  in  anguish  made. 

3  How  much  is  mercy  thy  delight, 

Thou  ever-blessed  God ! 
How  dear  thy  servants  in  thy  sight ! 
How  precious  is  their  blood  ! 

4  How  happy  all  thy  servants  are  ! 

How  great  thy  grace  to  me  ! 
.My  life,  which  thou  hast  made  thy  care, 
Lord,  I  devote  to  thee. 

5  Now  I  am  thine,  for  ever  thine, 

Nor  shall  my  purpose  move  ; 
Thy  hand  has  loos'd  my  bonds  of  pain, 
And  bound  me  with  thy  love. 

6  Here  in  thy  courts  I  leave  my  vow, 

And  thy  rich  grace  record  ; 
Witness,  ye  saints,  who  hear  me  now, 
If  I  forsake  the  Lord. 

PSALM  117.  Common  Metre. 

1  /^  ALL  ye  nations  praise  the  Lordr 
V/  Each  with  a  difFrent  tongue  ; 

In  ev'ry  language  learn  his  word, 
And  let  his  name  be  sung. 

2  His  mercy  reigns  thro'  ev'ry  land  : 

Proclaim  his  praise  abroad ; 
For  ever  firm  his  truth  shall  stand ; 
Praise  ye  the  faithful  God. 
PSALM  117.  Long  Metre. 
1   T7ROM  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies 
Jl     Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise: 
Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  sung 
Thro  ev'ry  land  by  ev'ry  tongue. 


PSALM  CXVIII.  225 

2  Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord  ; 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word  ; 
Thy  praise  shall  bound  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  suns  shall  set  and  rise  no  more. 
PSALM  117.  Short  Metre. 

1  nPIIY  name  almighty  Lord, 

JL     Shall  sound  through  distant  lands  : 
Great  is  thy  grace,  and  sure  thy  word  : 
Thy  truth  for  ever  stands. 

2  Far  be  thine  honour  spread, 

And  long  thy  praise  endure, 
Till  morning  light  and  ev'ning  shade 
Shall  be  exchang'd  no  more. 
PSALM  118.  First  Part.  Common  Metre. 

1  r  I  ^HE  Lord  appears  my  helper  now, 

JL     Nor  is  my  faith  afraid, 
"What  all  the  sons  of  earth  can  do, 
Since  heav'n  affords  its  aid. 

2  'Tis  safer,  Lord,  to  hope  in  thee, 

And  have  my  God  my  friend, 
Than  trust  in  men  of  high  degree, 
And  on  their  truth  depend. 

3  Tis  through  the  Lord  my  heart  is  strong, 

In  him  my  lips  rejoice  ; 
"While  his  salvation  is  my  song, 
How  cheerful  is  my  voice  ! 

4  Like  angry  bees  they  girt  me  round ; 

"When  God  appears  they  fly ; 
So  burning  thorns,  with  crackling  sound, 
Make  a  fierce  blaze  and  die. 

5  Joy  to  die  saints,  and  peace  belongs; 

The  Lord  protects  their  days : 
Let  Israel  tune  immortal  songs 
To  his  almighty  grace. 


224  PSALM  CXVIII. 

PSALM  118.  Second  Part.   C.  Metre. 

1  T    ORD,  thou  hast  heard  thy  servant  cry, 
I  M  And  rescu'd  from  the  grave  ; 

Now  shall  he  live  (and  none  can  die, 
If  God  resolve  to  save). 

2  Thy  praise,  more  constant  than  before, 

Shall  fill  his  daily  breath ; 
Thy  hand,  that  hath  chastis'd  him  sore, 
Defends  him  still  from  death. 

3  Open  the  gates  of  Zion  now, 

For  we  shall  worship  there, 
The  house  where  all  the  righteous  go, 
Thy  mercy  to  declare. 

4  Among  th'  assemblies  of  thy  saints 

Our  thankful  voice  we  raise  ; 
There  we  have  told  thee  our  complaints, 
And  there  we  speak  thy  praise. 
PSALM  118.  Third  Part.  Common  Metre. 

1  T3EHOLD  the  sure  foundation  stone 
13  Which  God  in  Zion  lays, 

To  build  our  heav'nly  hopes  upon, 
And  his  eternal  praise. 

2  Chosen  of  God,  to  sinners  dear, 

And  saints  adore  thy  name  ; 
They  trust  their  whole  salvation  here, 
Nor  shall  they  suffer  shame. 

3  The  foolish  builders,  scribe  and  priest, 

Reject  it  with  disdain  ; 
Firm  on  this  rock  the  church  shall  rest, 
And  envy  rage  in  vain. 

4  What  tho'  the  gates  of  hell  withstood, 

Yet  must  this  building  rise  : 
Tis  thy  own  work,  almighty  God, 
And  wond'rous  in  our  eyes. 


PSALM  cxvill. 

PSALM  I  is.  Fourth  Part.  Common  Metre. 

1  HPHIS  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made, 

-A     He  ealis  the  hours  Ins  own  ; 
Let  heav'n  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad, 

And  praise  surround  the  throne. 

2  To-day  he  rose  and  left  the  dead, 

And  Satan's  empire  fell  ; 
To-day  his  saints  his  triumph  spread, 
And  all  his  wonders  tell. 

3  Hosannah  to  the  anointed  King, 

To  David's  holy  Son  ; 
Help  us,  O  Lord,  descend  and  bring 
Salvation  from  thy  throne. 

4  Blest  is  the  Lord  who  comes  to  men 

With  messages  of  grace  ; 
Who  comes  in  God  his  Father's  name,, 
To  save  our  sinful  race. 

5  Hosannah  in  the  highest  strains 

The  church  on  earth  can  raise ; 
The  highest  heav'ns,  in  which  he  reigns, 
Shall  give  him  nobler  praise. 
PSALM  118.  22—27.  Short  Metre. 
—  1    QEE  what  a  living  stone 
O  The  builders  did  refuse  : 
Yet  God  hath  built  his  church  thereon 
In  spite  of  envious  Jews. 

2  The  scribe  and  angry  priest 

Reject  thine  only  Son  ; 
Yet  on  this  rock  shall  Zion  rest, 
As  the  chief  corner-stone. 

3  The  work,  O  Lord,  is  thine, 

And  wond'rous  in  our  eyes: 
This  day  declares  it  all  divine, 
This  day  did  Jesus  rise. 


226  PSALM  CXIX. 

4  This  is  the  glorious  day 

That  our  Redeemer  made  ; 
Let  us  rejoice,  and  sing,  and  pray, 
Let  all  the  church  be  glad. 

5  Hosannah  to  the  King 

Of  David's  royal  blood  ; 
Bless  him,  ye  saints,  he  comes  to  bring 
Salvation  from  your  God* 

6  We  bless  thine  holy  word, 

Which  all  this  grace  displays; 
And  ofler  on  thine  altar,  Lord, 
Our  sacrifice  of  praise. 

PSALM  118.  22—27.  Long  Metre. 

1  T    O !  what  a  glorious  corner-stone 
JLi  The  Jewish  builders  did  refuse  ! 
But  God  hath  built  his.  church  thereon, 
In  spite  of  envy  and  the  Jews. 

2  Great  God,  the  work  is  all  divine, 
The  joy  and  wonder  of  our  eyes  ; 
This  is  the  day  that  proves  it  thine, 
The  day  that  saw  our  Saviour  rise. 

3  Sinners  rejoice,  and  saints  be  glad; 
Hosannah,  let  his  name  be  blest; 
A  thousand  honours  on  his  head, 
With  peace,  and  light,  and  glory  rest! 

4  In  God's  own  name  he  comes  to  bring 
Salvation  to  our  dying  race ; 

Let  the  whole  church  address  their  King 
With  hearts  of  joy,  and  songs  of  praise. 

PSALM  119.    First  Part.    Common  Metre. 

[I  have  collected  and  disposed  the  most  useful 
verses  of  this  Psalm  under  eighteen  different  heads, 
and  formed  a  Divine  song  upon  each  of  them.     But 


PSALM  CXIX.  227 

the  verses  are  much  transposed,  to  attain  some  degree 
of  connection. 

In  some  places,  among  the  words  law,  commands, 
judgments,  testimonies,  I  have  used  gospel,  word,  grace, 
truth,  promises,  &c,  as  more  agreeable  to  the  New-Tes- 
tament and  the  common  language  of  Christians  ;  and 
it  equally  answers  the  design  of  the  psalmist,  which 
was  to  recommend  the  holy  scriptures.] 

Verse  1,  2,  3. 

1  T) LEST  are  the  undefil'd  in  heart, 
A3  Whose  ways  are  right  and  clean; 
Who  never  from  thy  law  depart, 

But  fly  from  ev'ry  sin. 

2  Blest  are  the  men  that  keep  thy  word, 

And  practise  thy  commands; 
With  their  whole  heart  they  seek  the  Lord, 
And  serve  thee  with  their  hands. 
Verse  165. 

3  Great  is  their  peace  who  love  thy  law ; 

How  firm  their  souls  abide ! 
Nor  can  a  bold  temptation  draw 
Their  steady  feet  aside. 

Verse  6. 

4  Then  shall  my  heart  have  inward  joy, 

And  keep  my  face  from  shame, 
When  all  thy  statutes  I  obey, 
And  honour  all  thy  name. 
Verse  21,  118. 

5  But  haughty  sinners  God  will  hate, 

The  proud  shall  die  accurst ; 
The  sons  of  falsehood  and  deceit 
Are  trodden  to  the  dust. 
Verse  119,  155. 

6  Vile  as  the  dross  the  wicked  are; 

And  those  that  leave  thy  ways 
Shall  see  salvation  from  afar, 
But  never  taste  thy  grace. 


228  PSALM  CX1X. 

PSALM  119.  Second  Part. 
Verse  147,  55. 

1  HPO  thee,  before  the  dawning  light, 

JL     My  gracious  God,  I  pray; 
I  meditate  thy  name  by  night, 
And  keep  thy  law  by  day. 

Verse  8.1.. 

2  My  spirit  faints  to  see  thy  grace, 

Thy  promise  bears  me  up  ; 
And  while  salvation  long  delays, 
Thy  word  supports  my  hope. 
Verse  164. 

3  Seven  times  a  day  1  lift  my  hands, 

And  pay  my  thanks  to  thee  ; 
Thy  righteous  providence  demands 
Repeated  praise  from.  me. 
Verse  62. 

4  When  midnight  darkness  veils  the  skies, 

I  call  thy  works  to  mind  ; 
My  thoughts  in  wTarm  devotion  rise, 
And  sweet  acceptance  find. 
PSALM  119.  Third  Part. 
Verse  57,  60. 

1  npHOtpf  art  my  portion,  O  my  God; 

JL    Soon  as  I  know  thy  way, 
My  heart  makes  haste  t*  obey  thy  word, 
And  suffers  no  delay. 

Verse  31,  14. 

2  I  choose  the  path  of  heav'nly  truth, 

And  glory  in  my  choice; 
Not  all  the  riches  of  the  earth 
Could  make  me  so  rejoice. 

3  The  testimonies  of  thy  grace 

I  set  before  my  eyes  $ 


PSALM  CXIX.  229 

Thence  I  derive  my  daily  strength, 
And  there  my  comfort  lies. 
Verse  59. 

4  If  once  I  wander  from  thy  path, 

I  think  upon  my  ways, 
Then  turn  my  feet  to  thy  commands, 
And  trust  thy  pard'ning  grace. 
Verse  94,  112. 

5  Now  I  am  thine,  for  ever  thine, 

Oh  save  thy  servant,  Lord, 
Thou  art  my  shield,  my  hiding-place, 
My  hope  is  in  thy  word. 

Verse  112. 

6  Thou  hast  inclin'd  this  heart  of  mine 

Thy  statutes  to  fulfil; 
And  thus  till  mortal  life  shall  end 
Would  I  perform  thy  will. 

PSALM  1 19.  Fourth  Part. 
Verse  9. 

1  TTOW  shall  the  young  secure  their  hearts, 
X  X   And  guard  their  lives  from  sin  ? 
Thy  word  the  choicest  rules  imparts 

To  keep  the  conscience  clean. 
Verse  130. 

2  When  once  it  enters  to  the  mind, 

It  spreads  such  light  abroad  ; 
The  meanest  souls  instruction  find, 
And  raise  their  thoughts  to  God. 
Verse  105. 

3  Tis  like  the  sun,   a  heav'nly  light, 

That  guide?;  us  all  the  day;  ' 
And,  through  the  dangers  of  the  night, 
A  lamp  to  lead  our  way. 
u 


230  PSALM  CXIX. 

Verse  99,  100. 

4  The  men  that  keep  thy  law  with  care, 

And  meditate  thy  word, 
Grow  wiser  than  their  teachers  are. 
And  better  know  the  Lord, 
Verse  104,113. 

5  Thy  precepts  make  me  truly  wise  $ 

I  hate  the  sinner's  road ; 
I  hate  my  own  vain  thoughts  that  rise, 
But  love  thy  law,  my  God. 
Verse  89,  90,  9 1 . 

6  [The  starry  heav'ns  thy  rule  obey, 

The  earth  maintains  her  place  •> 
And  these,  thy  servants,  night  and  day, 
Thy  skill  and  power  express. 

7  But  still  thy  law  and  gospel,  Lord, 

Have  lessons  more  divine : 
Not  earth  stands  firmer  than  thy  word, 
Nor  stars  so  nobly  shine.] 

Verse  190,  140,  9,  119. 

8  Thy  word  is  everlasting  truth, 

How  pure  is  ev'ry  page ! 
That  holy  book  shall  guide  our  youth, 
And  well  support  our  age. 
PSALM  119.  Fifth  Part. 
Verse  97. 

1  r\  HOW  I  love  thy  holy  law! 
V>/  'Tis  daily  my  delight: 
And  thence  my  meditations  draw 

Divine  advice  by  night. 
Verse  148. 

2  My  waking  eyes  prevent  the  day 
_    To  meditate  thy  word: 

My  soul  with  longing  melts  away 
To  hear  thy  gospel,  Lord. 


PSALM  CXIX.  231 

Verse  3,  13,  54. 
3  Thy  heav'nly  words  my  heart  engage, 
And  well  employ  my  tongue, 
And  in  my  tiresome  pilgrimage 
Yield  me  a  heav'nly  song. 
Verse  19,  103. 
4-  Am  I  a  stranger,  or  at  home, 
Tis  my  perpetual  feast; 
Not  honey  dropping  from  the  comb 
So  much  allures  the  taste. 
Verse  72,  127. 

5  No  treasures  so  enrich  the  mind; 

Nor  shall  thy  word  be  sold 
For  loads  of  silver,  well  refin'd, 
Nor  heaps  of  choicest  gold. 
Verse  28,  49,  175. 

6  When  nature  sinks,  and  spirits  droop, 

Thy  promises  of  grace 
Are  pillars  to  support  my  hope, 
And  there  I  write  thy  praise. 

PSALM  119.  Sixth  Part. 
Verse  128. 

1  T    ORD,  I  esteem  thy  judgments  right, 
.1  J  And  all  thy  statutes  jusr/; 
Thence  I  maintain  a  constant  fight 

With  every  flatt'ring  lust. 
Verse  97,  9. 

2  Thy  precepts  often  I  survey ; 

I  keep  thy  law  in  sight, 
Through  all  the  bus'ness  of  the  day, 
To  form  my  actions  right. 
Verse  62. 

3  My  heart  in  midnight  silence  cries, 

"  How  sweet  thy  comforts  be!" 


232  PSALM  CXIX. 

My  thoughts  in  holy  wonder  rise, 
And  bring  their  thanks  to  thee. 

Verse  162. 
4  And  when  rny  spirit  drinks  her  fill, 
At  some  good  word  of  thine, 
Not  mighty  men  that  share  the  spoil, 
Have  joys  compar'd  to  mine. 

PSALM  119.  Seventh  Part. 
Verse  96.  Paraphrased. 
1  T    ET  all  the  heathen  writers  join 
JLi  To  form  one  perfect  book  ; 
Great  God,  if  once  compar'd  with  thine, 
How  mean  their  writings  look  ! 
*2  Not  the  most  perfect  rules  they  gave 
Could  show  one  sin  forgiv'n  ; 
Nor  lead  a  step  beyond  the  grave  -> 
But  thine  conduct  to  heav'n. 

3  IVe  seen  an  end  to  what  we  call 

Perfection  here  below ; 
How  short  the  powers  of  nature  fall, 
And  can  no  farther  go. 

4  Yet  man  would  fain  be  just  with  God, 

By  works  their  hands  have  wrought ; 
By  thy  commands,  exceeding  broad,    • 
Extend  to  every  thought. 

5  In  vain  we  boast  perfection  here, 

"While  sin  defiles  our  frame, 
And  sinks  our  virtues  down  so  far, 
They  scarce  deserve  the  name. 

6  Our  faith,  and  love,  and  every  grace, 

Fall  far  below  thy  word ; 
But  perfect  truth  and  righteousness 
Dwell  only  with  the  Lord, 


PSALM  CXIX.  233 

PSALM  119.  Eighth  Part. 

Vefse  111.  Paraphrased. 

1  ORI),  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice, 
-Li  My  lasting  heritage  ; 

There  shall  my  noblest  powers  rejoice, 
My  warmest  thoughts  engage. 

2  I'll  read  the  hist'ries  of  thy  love, 

And  keep  thy  laws  in  sight, 
While  thro'  the  promises  I  rove, 
With  ever  fresh  delight. 

3  Tis  a  broad  land  of  wealth  unknown, 

Where  springs  of  life  arise; 
Seeds  of  immortal  bliss  are  sown, 
And  hidden  glory  lies. 

4  The  best  relief  that  mourners  have, 

Jt  makes  our  sorrows  bless'd  ; 
Our  fairest  hope  beyond  the  grave, 
And  our  eternal  rest. 

PSALM  119.  Ninth  Part 
^^  Verse  64,  68,  18. 

1  HPHY  mercies  fill  the  earth,  O  Lord, 

A    How  good  thy  works  appear  ! 
Open  my  eyes  to  read  thy  word, 
And  see  thy  wonders  there. 
Verse  73,  125. 

2  My  heart  was  fashion'd  by  thy  hand, 

My  service  is  thy  due  -, 
Oh  make  thy  servant  understand 
The  duties  I  must  do. 

Verse  19. 

3  Since  I'm  a  stranger  here  beLrw, 

Thy  path  O !  do  not  hide, 
But  mark  the  road  my  feet  should  go, 
And  be  my  constant  guide, 
u2 


234  PSALM  CXIX. 

Verse  26. 

4  When  I  confess'd  my  wand'ring  ways, 

Thou  heard'st  my  soul  complain; 
Grant  me  the  teachings  of  thy  grace, 
Or  I  shall  stray  again. 

Verse  33,  34. 

5  If  God  to  me  his  statutes  shew, 

And  beav'nly  truth  impart, 
His  work  for  ever  I'll  pursue, 
His  law  shall  rule  my  heart. 
Verse  50,  71. 

6  This  was  my  comfort  when  I  bore 

Variety  of  grief  -x 
It  made  melearn  thy  word  the  more, 
And  fly  to  that  relief. 
Verse  51. 

7  [In  vain  the  proud  deride  me  now, 

^  I'll  ne'er  forget  thy  law, 
Nor  let  that  blessed  gospel  go 
Whence  all  my  hopes  I  draw. 
Verse  27,  171. 

8  When  I  have  learn'd  my  Father's  will, 

I'll  teach  the  world  his  ways;. 
My  thankful  lips,  inspir'd  with  zeal, 
Shall  sing  aloud  his  praise.] 

PSALM  119.    Tenth  Part. 
Verse  38,49. 

1  TOEHOLD  thy  waiting  servant,  Lord, 
JLJ  Devoted  to  thy  fear ; 
Remember  and  confirm,  thy  word, 

For  all  my  hopes  are  there. 
Verse  41,  58,  107. 

2  Hast  thou  not  sent  salvation  down,. 

And  promis'd  quickening  grace  I 


PSALM  CXIX.  235 

Doth  not  my  heart  address  thy  throne  ? 
And  yet  thy  love  delays. 
Verse  123,  42. 

3  Mine  eyes  for  thy  salvation  fail; 

Oh  bear  thy  servant  up ; 
Nor  let  the  scoffing  lips  prevail, 
Who  dare  reproach  my  hope. 
Verse  49,  74. 

4  Didst  thou  not  raise  my  faith,  O  Lord? 

Then  let  thy  truth  appear : 
Saints  shall  rejoice  in  my  reward, 
And  trust  as  well  as  fear. 

PSALM  119.   Eleventh  Part. 

Verse  5,  33. 

'  *   f^)H  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways 

VJ  To  keep  his  statutes  still ! 

Oh  that  my  God  would  grant  me  grace 

To  know  and  do  his  wTill ! 

Verse  29. 

2  Oh  send  thy  Spirit  down  to  write 

Thy  law  upon  my  heart, 
Nor  let  my  tongue  indulge  deceit, 
Nor  act  the  liar's  part. 
Verse  37,  36. 

3  From  vanity  turn  off  my  eyes  y 

Let  no  corrupt  design,  ' 
Nor  covetous  desires  arise 
Within  this  soul  of  mine. 
Verse  133. 

4  Order  my  footsteps  by  thy  word* 

And  make  my  heart  sincere  : 
Let  sin  have  no' dominion,  Lord^ 
But  keep  my  conscience  clear.* 


236  PSALM  CXIX. 

Verse  176. 

5  My  soul  hath  gone  too  far  astray, 

My  feet  too  often  slip ; 
Yet  since  I've  not  forgot  thy  way, 
Restore  thy  wand'ring  sheep. 
Verse  35. 

6  Make  me  to  walk  in  thy  commands, 

'Tis  a  delightful  road; 
Nor  let  my  head,  nor  heart,  nor  hands 
Offend  against  my  God. 

PSALM  119.  Twelfth  Part. 
Verse  153. 

1  A  TY  God,  consider  my  distress, 
-LVjL  Let  mercy  plead  my  cause ; 
Though  I  have  sinn'd  against  thy  grace, 

I  ne'er  forget  thy  laws. 
Verse  39,  116. 

2  Forbid,  forbid  the  sharp  reproach, 

Which  I  so  justly  fear; 
Uphold  my  life,  uphold  my  hope, 
Nor  let  my  shame  appear. 
Verse  122,  135. 

3  Be  thou  a  surety,  Lord,  for  me, 

Nor  let  the  proud  oppress  ; 
But  make  thy  waiting  servant  see 
The  shinings  of  thy  face. 
Verse  81. 

4  My  eyes  with  expectation  fail; 

My  heart  within  me  cries, 
When  zvill  the  Lord  his  truth  fulfil. 
And  bid  my  comforts  rise. 
Verse' 132. 

5  Look  down  upon  my  sorrows,  Lord, 

And  show  thy  grace  the  same  ; 
Thy  tender  mercies  still  afford 
To  those  that  love  thy  name. 


PSALM  CXIX.  237 

PSALM  no.    Thirteenth  Part. 
Verse  10. 

J   T/VT1™  my  whole  heart  IVe  sought  thv 
▼  ▼     O  let  me  never  strav  [face 

From  thy  commands,  O  God  of  -race     ' 
-Nor  tread  the  sinner's  way. 
Verse  ]  1 . 

2  Thy  word  I've  hid  within  my  heart, 

rI  o  keep  my  conscience  clean, 
And  he  an  everlasting  guard 
From  ev'ry  rising  sin. 

Verse  63,  53,  15*. 

3  I  m  a  companion  of  the  saints, 

Who  fear  and  Jove  the  Lord  ; 

wu1T0WS  rise'  my  nature  faints> 
When  men  transgress  thy  word. 

Verse  161,  163. 

4  While  sinners  do  thy  gospel  wron* 

My  spirit  stands  in  awe; 
My  soul  abhors  a  lying  tongue, 
But  loves  thy  rig'hteous  law. 
Verse  161,  120. 

'  1%hearut  with  sacred  rev'rence  hears 
ine  tnreat'nmgs  of  thy  word; 
My  flesh  with  holy  trembling  fears 
1  he  judgments  of  the  Lord. 

Verse  166,  174. 
My  God,  I  long,  I  hope,  I  wait 

\T7u-01"      Y  salvation  still  ; 
While  thy  whole  law  is  my  delight 
And  I  obey  thy  will.  ' 

PSALM  119.    Fourteenth  Part. 
'  V  erse  153,  81.8° 

V>  And  thy  dehv'rance  send  ; 


238  PSALM  CXIX. 

My  soul  for  thy  salvation  faints. 
When  will  my  troubles  end  ? 
Verse  71. 

2  Yet  I  have  found  'tis  good  for  me 

To  bear  my  Father's  rod  ; 
Afflictions  made  me  learn  thy  law, 
And  live  upon  my  God. 
Verse  50< 

3  This  is  the  comfort  I  enjoy 

When  new  distress  begins : 
J  read  thy  word,  I  run  thy  way, 
And  hate  my  former  sins. 
Verse  92. 

4  Had  not  thy  word  been  my  delight 

When  earthly  joys  were  fled,        a 
My  soul,  opprest  with  sorrow  s  weight, 
Had  sunk  amongst  the  dead. 
Verse  75. 

5  I  know  thy  judgments,  Lord,  are  right, 

Though  they  may  seem  severe ; 
The  sharpest  suff'rings  I  endure 
Flow  from  thy  faithful  care. 
Verse  67. 

6  Before  I  knew  thy  chast'ning  rod, 

My  feet  were  apt  to  stray  ; 
But  now  I  learn  to  keep  thy  word, 
Nor  wander  from  thy  way. 

PSALM  119.  Fifteenth  Part. 
Verse  93. 
X  f-\  THAT  thy  statutes  ev'ry  hour 
vJ  Might  dwell  upon  my  mind 
Thence  1  derive  a  quick'ning  power*. 
And  daily  peace  I  find. 


PSALM  CXIX,  239 

Verse  15,  16. 

2  To  meditate  thy  precepts,  Lord, 

Shall  be  my  sweet  employ ; 
My  soul  shall  ne'er  forget  thy  word. 
Thy  word  is  all  my  joy. 

Ver6e  32. 

3  How  would  I  run  in  thy  commands, 

If  thou  my  heart  discharge 
From  sin  and  Satan's  hateful  chains, 
And  set  my  feet  at  large. 
Verse  13,  46. 

4  My  lips  with  courage  shall  declare 

Thy  statutes  and  thy  name  ; 
I'll  speak  thy  word  though  kings  should 
Nor  yield  to  sinful  shame.  [hear, 

Verse  61,  69,  70. 

5  Let  bands  of  persecutors  rise 

To  rob  me  of  my  right, 
Let  pride  and  malice  forge  their  lies, 
Thy  law  is  my  delight. 
Verse  115. 

6  Depart  from  me,  ye  wicked  race, 

Whose  hands  and  hearts  are  ill ; 
I  love  my  God,  I  love  his  ways, 
And  must  obey  his  will. 

PSALM  119.  Sixteenth  Part. 

Verse  25,  37. 

1  1VT Y  S°Ul  lieS  c,eavin?  t0  tne  dust  i 
1 V A  Lord,  give  me  lire  divine ; 

From  vain  desires  and  ev'ry  lust 

Turn  off  these  eyes  of  mine. 

2  I  need  the  influence  of  thy  grace 

To  speed  me  in  thy  way, 
Lest  I  should  loitre  in  my  race, 
Or  turn  my  feet  astray. 


240  PSALM  CX1X. 

Verse  107. 

3  When  sore  afflictions  press  me  down, 

I  need  thy  quick'ning  powers; 
Thy  word  that  I  have  rested  on 
Shall  help  my  heaviest  hours. 
Verse  156,  40. 

4  Are  not  thy  meroies  sov'reign  still, 

And  thou  a  faithful  God  ? 
Wilt  thou  not  grant  me  warmer  zeal 
To  turn  the  heav'nly  road  ? 
Verse  159,  40. 

5  Does  not  my  heart  thy  precepts  love, 

And  long  to  see  thy  face  ? 
And  yet  how  slow  my  spirits  move 
Without  enliv'ning  grace. 
Verse  93. 

6  Then  shall  I  love  thy  gospel  more, 

And  ne'er  forget  thy  word, 
When  I  have  felt  its  quick'ning  power 
To  draw  me  near  the  Lord. 

PSALM  119.    Seventeenth  Part.  L.  Metre. 
Verse  143,  28.  [Lord, 

1  TTTHEN  pain   and  anguish  seize  me, 

V  V     All  my  support  is  from  thy  word : 
My  soul  dissolves  for  heaviness; 
Uphold  me  with  thy  strengthening  grace. 

Verse  51,  69,  110. 

2  The  proud  have  fram'd  their  scoffs  and  lies, 
They  watch  my  feet  with  envious  eyes, 
They  tempt  my  soul  to  snares  and  sin; 
Yet  thy  commands  I  ne'er  decline. 

Verse  161,  78. 

3  They  hate  me,  Lord,  without  a  cause, 
They  hate  to  see  me  love  thy  laws  ! 


But  I  will  trust  and  fear  thy  name, 
Till  pride  and  malice  die  with  shame. 
PSALM  119.   Last  Part. 
Verse  67,  59. 
«.  1   T^ATHER,  I  bless  thy  gentle  hand  < 
J?    How  kind  was  thy  chastising  rod, 
That  forc'd  my  conscience  to  a  stand, 
And  brought  my  wandring  soul  to  God ! 

2  Foolish  and  vain. I  went  astray, 

Ere  t  had  felt  thy  scourges,  Lord, 
I  left  my  guide  and  lost  my  way ; 
But  now  I  love  and  keep  thy  word. 
Verse  7 1 . 

3  'Tis  good  for  me  to  wear  the  yoke, 

For  pride  is  apt  to  rise  and  swell ; 
'Tis  good  to  bear  my  Father's  stroke, 
That  I  might  learn  his  statutes  well. 
Verse  72. 

4  The  law  that  issues  from  thy  mouth 

Shall  raise  my  cheerful  passions  more 
Than  all  the  treasures  of  the  south, 
Or  richest  hills  of  golden  ore. 
Verse  73. 

5  Thy  hands  have  made  my  mortal  frame, 

Thy  spirit  form'd  my  soul  within  : 
Teach  me  to  know  thy  wond'rous  name, 
And  guard  me  safe  from  death  and  sin. 
Verce  74. 

6  Then  all  that  love  and  fear  the  Lord 
At  my  salvation  shall  rejoice; 

For  I  have  trusted  in  thy  word, 
And  made  thy  grace  my  only  choice. 
PSALM  120.  Common  Metre. 
1  T^HOU  God  of  love,  thou  ever  blest, 
X    Pity  my  suffring  state  ; 
w 


X   kJ^VA^l\i    VilAl 


When  wilt  thou  set  my  soul  at  rest, 
From  lips  that  love  deceit  ?: 

2  Hard  lot  of  mine  !  my  days  are  cast 

Among  the  sons  of  strife, 
Whose  never-ceasing  quarrels  waste 
My  golden  hours  of  life. 

3  Oh  might  I  fly  to  change  my  place, 

How  would  I  choose  to  dwell 
In  some  wide,  lonesome  wilderness, 
And  leave  these  gates  of  hell  ! 

4  Peace  is  the  blessing  that  I  seek, 

How  lovely  are  its  charms  ! 
I  am  for  peace ;  but  wen  I  speak, 
They  all  declare  for  arms. 

5  New  passions  still  their  souls  engage, 

And  keep  their  malice  strong  : 
What  shall  be  done  to  curb  thy  rage, 
O  thou  devouring  tongue  ! 

6  Should  burning  arrows  smite  thee  through> 

Strict  justice  would  approve  ; 
But  I  would  rather  spare  my  foe, 
And  melt  his  heart  with  love. 

PSALM  121.  Long  Metre, 

1  T  TP  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes, 

vJ    Th*  eternal  hills  beyond  the  skies ; 
Thence  all  her  help  my  soul  derives ; 
There  my  almighty  refuge  lives. 

2  He  lives  ;  the  everlasting  God 

That  built  the  world,  that  spread  the  flood; 
The  heav'ns,  with  all  their  host  he  made, 
And  the  dark  regions  of  the  dead. 
%  He  guides  our  feet  he  gards  our  way ; 
His  morning  smiles  adorn  the  day  : 
He  spreads  the  ev'ning  veil,  and  keeps 
The  silent  hours  while  Isra'l  sleeps. 


■  KALM  CXXI.  21 

4  Isra'l,  a  name  divinely  blest, 
May  rise  secure,  securely  rest ; 
Thy  holy  guardian's  wakeful  eyes 
Admit  no  slumber,  nor  surprise. 

j  Xo  sun  shall  smite  thy  head  by  day, 
Nor  the  pale  moon,  with  sickly  ray, 
Shall  blast  thy  couch  ;  no  baleful  star 
Dart  his  malignant  fire  so  far. 

6  Should  earth  and  hell  with  malice  burn, 
Still  thou  shalt  go,  and  still  return; 
Safe  in  the  Lord!  his  heav'nly  care 
Defends  thy  life  from  ev'ry  snare. 

7  On  thee  foul  spirits  have  no  power ; 
And  in  thy  last  departing  hour, 
Angels  that  trace  the  airy  road, 
Shall  bear  thee  homeward  to  thy  God; 

PSALM  121.  Common  Metre. 

1  nPO  heav'n  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes, 

JL    There  all  my  hopes  are  laid  : 
The  Lord  that  built  the  earth  and  skies 
Is  my  perpetual  aid. 

2  Their  stedfast  feet  shall  never  fall, 

Whom  he  designs  to  keep  ; 
Mis  ear  attends  the  softest  call ; 
His  eyes  can  never  sleep. 

3  He  will  sustain  our  weakest  powers 

With  his  almighty  arm, 
And  watch  our  most  unguarded  hours 
Against  surprising  harm. 

4  Isra'l  rejoice,  and  rest  secure, 

Thy  keeper  is  the  Lord ; 
His  wakeful  eyes  employ  his  power 
For  thine  eternal  guard. 

5  Nor  scorching  sun,  nor  sickly  moon, 

Shall  have  its  leave  to  smite  -, 


244  \FSALM  CXXI. 

He  shields  thy  head  from  burning  noon, 

From  blasting  damps  at  night. 
$  He  guards  thy  soul,  he  keeps  thy  breath, 

Where  thickest  dangers  come  : 
Go  and  return  secure  from  death, 

Till  God  commands  thee  home. 

PSALM  121.  As  the  148th  Psalm. 
-  1  T  TPWARD  I  lift  mine  eyes, 
**J    From  God  is  all  my  aid  ; 
The  God  that  built  the  skies, 
And  earth  and  nature  made  : 

God  is  the  tower 

To  which  I  fly ; 

His  grace  is  nigh 

In  ev'ry  hour. 

2  My  feet  shall  never  slide, 
And  fall  in  fatal  snares, 

Since  God  my  guard  and  guide, 
Defends  me  from  my  fears. 

Those  wakeful  eyes 

That  never  sleep, 

Shall  Isra'l  keep^ 

When  dangers  rise. 

3  No  burning  heats  by  day, 
Nor  blasts  of  ev'ning  air, 
Shall  take  my  health  away, 
If  God  be  with  me  there  : 

Thou  art  my  son, 
And  thou  my  shade, 
To  guard  my  head 
By  night  or  noon. 

4  Hast  thou  not  giv'n  thy  word 
To  save  my  soul  from  death  ? 
And  I  can  trust  my  Lord 

To  keep  my  mortal  breath : 


PSALM  CXXII.  245 

I'll  go  and  come, 
Nor  fear  to  die, 
Till  from  on  high 
Thou  call  me  home. 
PSALM  122.  Common  Metre. 

1  T  TOW  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 
li  My  friends  devoutly  say, 

In  Zion  let  us  all  appear 
And  keep  the  solemn  day. 

2  I  love  the  gates,  I  love  the  road  ; 

The  church  adorn'd  with  grace, 
Stands  like  a  palace  built  for  God 
To  show  his  milder  face. 

3  Up  to  her  courts,  with  joy  unknown, 

The  holy  tribes  repair  ; 
The  Son  of  David  holds  his  throne 
And  sits  in  judgment  there. 

4  He  hears  our  praises  and  complaints; 

And  while  his  awful  voice 
Divides  the  sinners  from  the  saints, 
We  tremble  and  rejoice. 

5  Peace  be  within  this  sacred  place, 

And  Joy  a  constant  guest! 
With  holy  gifts  and  heav'nly  grace 
Be  her  attendants  blest ! 
€  My  soul  shall  pray  for  Zion  still, 
While  life  or  breath  remains  -y 
There  my  best  friends,  my  kindred  dwell, 
There  God  my  Saviour  reigns. 
PSALM  122.  Proper  Tune. 
I   TLT°W  pleas'd  and  blest  was  I, 
JLA  To  hear  the  people  cry, 
Come,  let  us  seek  our  God  to-day  ! 
W   2 


2*e  PSALM  CXXIII. 

Yes,  with  a  cheerful  zeal 
We  haste  to  Zion's  hill, 
And  there  our  vows  and  honours  pay. 

2  Zion,  thrice  happy  place, 
Adorn'd  with  wond'rous  grace, 

And  walls  of  strength  embrace  thee  round; 
In  thee  our  tribes  appear 
To  pray,  and  praise,  and  hear 

The  sacred  gospel's  joyful  sound. 

3  There  David's  greater  Son 
Has  fix'd  his  royal  throne; 

He  sits  for  grace  and  judgment  there; 

He  bids  the  saints  be  glad, 

He  makes  the  sinners  sad, 
And  humble  souls  rejoice  with  fear. 

4  May  peace  attend  thy  gate, 
And  joy  within  thee  wait, 

To  bless  the  soul  of  ev'ry  guest : 

The  man  that  seeks  thy  peace, 

And  wishes  thine  increase, 
A  thousand  blessings  on  him  rest ! 

5  My  tongue  repeats  her  vows, 
Peace  to  this  sacred  house! 

For  here  my  friends  and  kindred  dwell: 

And  since  my  glorious  God 

Makes  thee  his  best  abode, 
My  soul  shall  ever  love  thee  well. 
Repeat  the  fourth  stanza  to  complete  the  tune. 
PSALM  123.  Common  Metre. 

1  C^\  ^HOU  whose  grace  and  justice  reign 
V/   Enthron'd  above  the  skies, 

To  thee  our  hearts  would  teil  their  pain, 
To  thee  we  lift  our  eyes. 

2  As  servants  watch  their  master's  hand* 

And  fear  the  angry  stroke  s 


PSALM  CXXIV.  247 

Or  maids  before  their  mistress  stand, 
And  wait  a  peacetul  look  : 

So  for  our  sins  we  justly  feel 

Thy  discipline,  O  God  ; 
Yet  wait  the  gracious  moment  still 

Till  thou  remove  the  rod. 
Those  that  in  wealth  and  pleasure  live, 

Our  daily  groans  deride  ; 
And  thy  delays  of  mercy  give 

Fresh  courage  to  their  pride. 
Our  foes  insult  us,  but  our  hope 

In  thy  compassion  lies  ; 
This  thought  shall  bear  our  spirits  up, 

That  God  will  not  despise. 
PSALM   124.  Common  Metre. 

HAD  not  the  God  of  truth  and  love, 
When  hosts  against  us  rose, 
Display'd  his  vengeance  from  above, 

And  crusted  the  conquering  foes, 
Their  armies,  like  a  raging  flood, 

Had  swept  the  guardless  land, 
Destroy'd  on  earth  his  blest  abode, 

And  'whelm'd  our  feeble  band. 
But  safe  beneath  his  spreading  shield 

His  sons  securely  rest, 
Defy  the  dangers  of  the  field, 

And  bare  the  fearless  breast. 
And  now  our  souls  shall  bless  the  Lord, 

Who  broke  the  deadly  snare  ; 
Who  sav'd  us  from  the  murd'ring  sword, 

And  made  our  lives  his  care. 
Our  help  is  in  Jehovah's  name, 

Who  form'd  the  heav'ns  above  ; 
Lfe  that  supports  their  wond'rous  frame, 

Can  guard  his  church  by  love. 


248  PSALM  CXXV. 

PSALM  125.  Common  Metre 
1  T  TNSHAKEN  as  the  sacred  hill,' 
/L/    And  firm  as  mountains  stand/ 
Firm  as  a  rock,  the  soul  shall  rest 
That  trusts  th'  almighty  hand. 

2  Not  walls  nor  hills  could  guard  so  well 

Old  Salem's  happy  ground, 
As  those  eternal  arms  of  love, 
That  ev'ry  saint  surround. 

3  While  tyrants  are  a  smarting  scourge, 

To  drive  them  near  to  God, 
Divine  sompassion  will  assuage 
The  fury  of  the  rod. 

4  Deal  gently,  Lord,  with  souls  sincere, 

And  lead  them  safely  on 
To  the  bright  gates  of  paradise, 
Where  Christ  their  Lord  is  gone. 

5  But  if  we  trace  those  crooked  ways 

That  the  old  serpent  drew, 
The  wrath  that  drove  him  first  to  hell 
Shall  smite  his  foU'wers  too. 
PSALM  125.  Short  Metre. 

1  T^IRM  and  unmov'd  are  they 
-T    That  rest  their  souls  on  God  ; 
Firm  as  the  mount  where  David  dwelt. 

Or  where  the  ark  abode. 

2  As  mountains  stood  to  guard 

The  city's  sacred  ground, 
So  God  and  his  almighty  love 
Embrace  his  saints  around. 

3  What  though  the  Father's  rod 

Drop  a  chastising  stroke, 
Yet,  lest  it  wound  their  souls  too  deep, 
Its  fury  shall  be  broke. 


PSALM  CXXVI.  249 

4  Deal  gently,  Lord,  with  those 

Whose  faith  and  pious  fear, 
Whose  hope  and  love,  and  every  grace, 
Proclaim  their  hearts  sincere. 

5  Nor  shall  the  tyrant's  rage 

Too  long  oppress  the  saint ; 
The  God  of  Israel  will  support 
His  children,  lest  they  faint. 

6  But  if  our  slavish  fear 

Will  choose  the  road  to  hell, 
We  must  expect  our  portion  there, 
Where  bolder  sinners  dwell. 

PSALM  126.  Long  Metre. 

1  T"^7^HEN  God  restor'd  our  captive  state, 

V  V     Joy  was  our  song,  and  grace  our 
theme; 
The  grace  beyond  our  hopes  so  great, 
That  joy  appear'd  a  pleasing  dream. 

2  The  scoffer  owns  thy  hand,  and  pays 

Unwilling  honours  to  thy  name; 
While  we  with  pleasure  shout  thy  praise, 
With  cheerful  notes  tr^love  proclaim. 

3  When  we  review  our  dismal  fears, 

Twas  hard  to  think  they'll  vanish  so ; 
AVith  God  we  left  our  flowing  tears, 
He  makes  our  joys  like  rivers  flow, 

4  The  man  that  in  his  furrow'd  field, 

His  scatter'd  seed  with  sadness  leaves, 
Will  shout  to  see  the  harvest  yield 
A  welcome  load  of  joyful  sheaves. 

PSALM  126.  Common  Metre. 

1  TT7HEN  God  reveal'd  his  gracious  name, 

V  V     And  chang'd  my  mournful  state, 


250  PSALM  CXVII. 

My  rapture  seem'd  a  pleasing  dream 
The  grace  appear'd  so  great, 

2  The  world  beheld  the  glorious  change, 

And  did  thy  hand  confess; 
My  tongue  broke  out  in  unknown  strains, 
And  sung  surprising  grace. 

3  Great  is  the  work,  my  neighbours  cried, 

And  own'd  the  power  divine ; 
Great  is  the  zvork,  my  heart  replied, 
And  be  the  glory  thine. 

4  The^Lord  can  clear  the  darkest  skies, 

Can  give  us  day  for  night ; 
Make  drops  of  sacred,  sorrow  rise 
To  rivers  of.  delight. 

5  Let  those  that  sow  in  sadness  wait 

Till  the  fair  harvest  come, 
They  shall  confess  their  sheaves  are  great, 
And  shout  the  blessings  home. 

6  Tho'  seed  lie  bury'd  in  the  dust, 

It  shan't  deceive  their  hope; 
The  precious  grain  can  ne'er  be  lost, 
For  grace  insures  the  crop, 
PSALM  127.  Long  Metre. 

1  YF  God  succeed  not,  all  the  cost 

A  And  pains  to  build  the  house  are  lost ; 

If  God  the  city  will  not  keep, 

The  watchful  guards  as  well  may  sleep. 

2  What  tho'  we  rise  before  the  sun, 
And  work  and  toil  when  day  is  gone, 
Careful  and  sparing  eat  our  bread, 
To  shun  that  poverty  we  dread ; 

,3  Tis  all  in  vain,  'till  God  hath  blest, 
He  can  make  rich,  yet  gives  us  rest : 


rsax.M  iwvin.  251 

On  God,  our  sov'reign,  still  depends 
Our  joy  in  children,  and  in  friends. 
Happy  the  man  to  whom  he  sends 
Obedient  children,  faithful  friends! 
How  sweet  our  daily  comforts  prove 
M  hen  they  are  season'd  with  his  love  ! 
^  PSALM  127.  Common  Metre. 

IF  God  to  build  a  house  deny, 
The  builders  work  in  vain ; 
And  towns  without  his  wakeful  eye, 

An  useless  wratch  maintain. 
Before  the  morning  beams  arise,  r 

Your  painful  work  renew, 
And  till  the  stars  ascend  the  skies 

Your  tiresome  toil  pursue. 
Short  be  your  sleep,  and  course  your  fare, 

In  vain  till  God  has  blest; 
But  if  his  smiles  attend  your  care, 

You  shall  have  food  and  rest. 
Nor  children,  relatives,  nor  friends, 

Shall  real  blessings  prove, 
Nor  all  the  earthly  joys  he  sends, 

If  sent  without  his  love. 
PSALM  128.  Common  Metre. 

O  HAPPY  man,  whose  soul  is  fill'd 
With  zeal  and  rev'rend  awe! 
His  lips  to  God  their  honours  yield, 

His  life  adorns  the  law. 
A  careful  providence  shall  stand, 

x\nd  ever  guard  thy  head, 
Shall  on  the  labours  of  thy  hand 

Its  kindly  blessings  shed. 
Thy  wife  shall  be  a  fruitful  vine  ; 

Thy  children  round  thy  board, 


252  rbALM   UAA1A. 

Each  like  a  plant  of  honour  shine, 
And  learn  to  fear  the  Lord. 

4  The  Lord  shall  thy  best  hopes  fulfil 

For  months  and  years  to  come : 
The  Lord,  who  dwells  on  Zion's  hill, 
Shall  send  thee  blessings  home. 

5  This  is  the  man  whose  happy  eyes 

Shall  see  his  house  increase, 
Shall  see  the  sinking  church  arise, 
Then  leave  the  world  in  peace. 
PSALM  129.  Common  Metre. 

1  T  TP  from  my  youth,  may  Israel  say, 

\^J    Have  I  been  nurs'd  in  tears  ; 
My  griefs  were  constant  as  the  day, 
And  tedious  as  the  years. 

2  Up  from  the  youth  I  bore  the  rage 

Of  all  the  sons  of  strife  ; 
Oft  theyassail'd  my  riper  age, 
But  God  preserved  my  life. 

3  O'er  all  my  frame  their  cruel  dart 

Its  painful  wounds  impress'd  ; 
Hourly  they  vex'd  my  fainting  heart, 
Nor  let  my  sorrows  rest. 

4  The  Lord  grew  angry  on  his  throne, 

And,  with  impartial  eye, 
Measur'd  the  mischiefs  they  had  done, 
Then  let  his  arrow?  fly. 

5  How  was  their  insolence  surpris'd 

To  hear  his  thunders  roll ! 
And  all  the  foes  of  Zion  seized 
With  horor  to  the  soul. 

6  Thus  shall  the  men  that  hate  the  saints 

Be  blasted  from  the  sky  ; 
Their  glory  fades,  their  courage  faints. 
And  all  their  prospects  die. 


*-  o  o 


7  [What  tho'  they  flourish  tall  and  fair, 

*•  They  have  no  root  beneath  ; 
Their  growth  shall  perish  in  despair, 
And  lie  despis'd  in  death.] 

8  [So  corn  that  on  the  house-top  stands, 

No  hope  of  harvest  gives; 
The  reaper  ne'er  shall  fill  his  hands, 
Nor  binder  fold  the  sheaves.] 

PSALM  130.  Common  Metre. 

~T  /^)UT  of  the  deeps  of  long  distress, 
V_/  The  borders  of  despair, 
I  sent  my  cries  to  seek  thy  grace, 
My  groans  to  move  thine  ear. 

2  Great  God  !  should  thy  severer  eye, 

And  thine  impartial  hand, 
Mark  and  revenge  iniquity, 
No  mortal  flesh  could  stand. 

3  But  there  are  pardons  with  my  God, 

For  crimes  of  high  degree ; 
Thy  Son  has  bought  them  with  his  blood, 
To  draw  us  near  to  thee. 

4  [I  wait  for  thy  salvation  Lord, 

With  strong  desires  I  wait; 
My  soul,  invited  by  thy  word, 
Stands  watching  at  thy  gate.] 

5  [Just  as  the  guards  that  keep  the  night 

^Long  for  the  morning  skies, 
Watch  the  first  beams  of  breaking  light, 
And  meet  them  with  their  eyes : 

6  So  waits  my  soul  to  see  thy  grace, 

And  more  intent  than  they, 
Meets  the  first  op'ning's  of  thy  face, 
And  finds  a  brighter  day.] 


7  Then  in  the  Lord  let  Isra'l  trust, 

Let  Isra'l  seek  his  face ; 
The  Lord  is  good,  as  well  as  just. 
And  plenteous  in  his  grace. 

8  There's  full  redemption  at  his  throne 

For  sinners  long  enslav'd ; 
The  great  Redeemer  is  his  Son; 
And  Isra'l  shall  be  sav'd. 

PSALM  130.  Long  Metre. 

1  T7ROM  deep   distress  and  troubled 
JT      thoughts, 

If  thou  severely  mark  our  faults, 
To  thee,  my  God,  I  rais'd  my  cries: 
No  flesh  can  stand  before  thine  eyes. 

2  But  thou  hast  built  thy  throne  of  grace 

Free  to  dispense  thy  pardons  there, 
That  sinners  may  approach  thy  face, 
And  hope,  and  love,  as  well  as  fear. 

3  As  the  benighted  pilgrims  wait,  . 

And  look  and  wish  for  breaking  day ; 
So  waits  my  soul  before  thy  gate; 
When  will  my  God  his  face  display  ? 

4  My  trust  is  fix'd  upon  thy  word, 

Nor  shall  I  trust  thy  word  in  vain  : 
Let  mourning  souls  address  the  Lord, 
And  find  relief  from  all  their  pain. 

5  Great  is  his  love,  and  large  his  grace, 

Through  the  redemption  of  his  Son  : 
He  turns  our  feet  from  sinful  ways, 

And  pardons  what  our  hands  have  done. 
PSALM  131.  Common  Metre. 
1  TS  there  ambition  in  my  heart  ? 
A  Search,  gracious  God,  and  see; 
Or  do  I  act  a  haughty  part? 
Lord,  I  appeal  to  thee. 


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2  I  charge  my  thoughts;  be  humble  still, 

And  all  my  carriage  mild  ; 
Content,  my  Father,  with  thy  will, 
And  peaceful  as  a  child. 

3  The  patient  soul,  the  lowly  mind, 

Shall  have  a  large  reward ; 
Let  saints  in  sorrow  lie  resign'd, 
And  trust  a  faithful  Lord. 

PSALM    132.  5,   13—18.  Long  Metre. 

1  TT7TIERE  shall  we  go  to  seek  and  find 

V  V     An  habitation  for  our  God  ? 
A  dwelling  for  th'  eternal  mind  ; 
Among  the  sons  of  flesh  and  blood  ? 

2  The  God  of  Jacob  chose  the  hill 

Of  Zion  for  his  ancient  rest ; 
And  Zion  is  his  dwelling  still ; 

His  church  is  with  his  presence  blest. 

3  "  Here  I  will  fix  my  gracious  throne, 

"  And  reign  for  ever,"  saith  the  Lord  ; 
"  Here  shall  my  power  and  love  be  known, 
"  And  blessings  shall  attend  my  word. 

4  "  Here  will  I  meet  the  hungry  poor, 

"  And  fill  their  souls  with  living  bread  ; 
"  Sinners  that  wait  before  my  door, 
"  With  sweet  provisions  shall  be  fed. 

5  "  Girded  with  truth,  and  clothed  with  grace 

"  My  priests,  my  ministers  shall  shine  3 
<c  Not  Aaron  in  his  costly  dress 
"  Appears  so  glorious  and  divine. 
p  "  The  saints,  unable  to  contain 

"  Their  inward  joy,  shall  shout  and  sing; 
"  The  Son  of  David  here  shall  reign, 
"  And  Zion  triumph  in  her  King." 


$56  PSALM  CXXXH. 

7  Jesus  shall  see  a  num'rous  seed 

Born  here  t'  uphold  his  glorious  name  ; 
His  crown  shall  flourish  on  his  head, 
While  all  his  foes  are  clothed  with  shame. 
PSALM  132.  Common  Metre, 

1  [1VTO  sleep  nor  slumber  to  his  eyes 

i. ^N    Good  David  would  afford, 
Till  he  had  found  below  the  skies 
A  dwelling  for  the  Lord. 

2  The  Lord  in  Zion  plac'd  his  name, 

His  ark  was  settled  there  ; 
And  there  th*  assembled  nation  came 
To  worship  thrice  a  year. 

3  We  trace  no  more  those  toilsome  Ways, 

Nor  wander  far  abroad  ; 
Where'er  thy  people  meet  for  praise, 
There  is  a  house  for  God.] 
PAUSE. 

4  Arise,  O  King  of  grace  arise, 

And  enter  to  thy  rest : 
Lo  !  thy  church  waits  with  longing  eyeS, 
Thus  to  be  own'd  and  blest. 

5  Enter  with  all  thy  glorious  train, 

Thy  spirit  and  thy  word  ; 
All  that  the  ark  did  once  contain, 
Could  no  such  grace  afford. 
5  Here,  mighty  God,  accept  our  vows, 
Here  let  thy  praise  be  spread  ; 
Bless  the  provisions  of  thy  house, 
And  fill  thy  poor  with  bread. 
1  Here  let  the  Son  of  David  reign, 
Let  God's  anointed  shine; 
Justice  and  truth  his  court  maintain, 
With  love  and  power  divine, 


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8  Here  let  him  hold  a  lasting  throne, 
And  as  his  kingdom  grows, 
Fresh  honours  shall  adorn  his  crown, 
And  shame  confound  his  foes. 
PSALM  133.  Common  Metre. 

1  T    O  !  what  an  entertaining  sight 
JL/  Those  friendly  brethren  prove, 
Whose  cheerful  hearts  in  bands  unite 

Of  harmony  and  love  ! 

2  Where  streams   of  bliss  from   Christ  the 

Descend  to  ev'ry  soul ;  t  (spring 

And  heav'nly  peace  with  balmy  wTing 
Shades  and  bedews  the  whole. 

3  'Tis  like  the  oil  divinely  sweet 

On  Aaron's  rev'rend  head, 
The  trickling  drops  perfum'd  his  feet, 
And  o'er  his  garments  spread. 

4  'Tis  pleasant  as  the  morning  dews 

That  fall  on  Zion's  hill, 
Where  God  his  mildest  glory  shews, 
And  makes  his  grace  distil. 

PSALM  133.  Short  Metre. 

1  T3  LEST  are  the  sons  of  peace, 

.13  Whose  hearts  and  hopes  are  one  ; 
Whose  kind  designs  to  serve  and  please 
Thro'  all  their  actions  run. 

2  Blest  is  the  pious  house 

^  Where  zeal  and  friendship  meet ; 
Their  songs  of  praise,  their  mingled  vows 
Make  their  communion  sweet. 

3  Thus  when  on  Aaron's  head 

They  pour'd  the  rich  perfume, 
The  oil  thro'  all  his  raiment  spread, 
And  pleasure  fill'd  the  room. 
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258  PSALM  CXXXIV. 

4  Thus  on  the  heav'nly  hills, 
The  saints  are  blest  above, 
Where  joy  like  morning  dew  distils, 
And  all  the  air  is  love. 
PSALM  133.  As  the  122d  Psalm. 

1  T  TOW  pleasant  'tis  to  see 

-A-  A  Kindred  and  friends  agree, 
Each  in  his  proper  station  move, 
And  each  fulfil  his  part 
With  sympathising  heart, 
,    In  all  the  cares  of  life  and  love. 

2  Tis  like  an  ointment  shed 

On  Aaron's  sacred  head, 
Divinely  rich,  divinely  sweet ; 

The  oil  through. all  the  room 

Diffus'd  a  choice  perfume, 
Ran  through  his  robes  and  bless'd  his  feet, 
5  Like  fruitful  showers  of  rain 

That  water  all  the  plain, 
Descending  from  the  neighbouring  hills  -y 

Such  streams  of  pleasure  roll 

Through  ev'ry  friendly  soul, 
Where  love,  like  heav'nly  dew,  distils. 
PSALM  134.  Common  Metre. 

1  X7HE  that  obey  th'  immortal  King 

JL     Attend  his  holy  place  ; 
Bow  to  the  glories  of  his  power, 
And  bless  his  wondrous  grace. 

2  Lift  up  your  hands  by  morning  light, 

And  send  your  souls  on  high  ; 
Raise  your  admiring  thoughts  by  night 
Above  the  starry  sky. 

3  The  God  of  Zion  cheers  our  hearts 

With  rays  of  quick'ning  grace , 


PSALM  CXXV.  259 

The  God  that  spreads  the  heav'ns  abroad, 
And  rules  the  swelling  seas. 
PSALM  135.    1—4.  First  Part.  L.  Metre. 

1  T)RAISE  ye  the  Lord,  exalt  his  name, 
X  While  in  his  earthly  courts  ye  wait, 
Ye  saints  that  to  his  house  belong, 

Or  stand  attending  at  his  gate. 

2  Praise  ye  the  Lord,  the  Lord  is  good  ; 

To  praise  his  name  is  sweet  employ  ; 
Israel  he  chose  of  old  and  still 
His  church  is  his  peculiar  joy. 

3  The  Lord  himself  will  judge  his  saints; 

He  treats  his  servants  as  his  friends ; 
And  when  he  hears  their  sore  complaints, 
Repents  the  sorrows  that  he  sends. 

4  Through  ev'ry  age  the  Lord  declares 

His  name  and  breaks  th'  oppressor's  rod; 
He  gives  his  suffering  servants  rest, 
And  will  be  known  th'  Almighty  God, 

5  Bless  ye  the  Lord,  who  taste  his  love, 

People  and  priests  exalt  this  name  ; 
Amongst  his  saints  he  ever  dwells ; 
His  church  is  his  Jerusalem. 
PSALM  135.   5—12.  Second  Part. 

1  /^  REAT  is  the  Lord,  exalted  high 
VJT  Above  all  powers,  and  every  throne; 
Whate'er  he  please  in  earth  and  sea, 

Or  heav'n,  or  hell,  his  hand  hath  done. 

2  At  his  command  the  vapours  rise, 

The  lightnings  flash  the  thunders  roar  3 
He  pours  the  rain,  he  brings  the  wind 
And  tempest  from  his  airy  store. 
5  Twas  he  those  dreadful  tokens  sent, 
O  Egypt,  through  thy  stubborn  land  ; 


260  PSALM  CXXXV. 

When  all  thy  first-born,  beasts  and  men. 
Fell  dead  by  his  avenging  hand. 

4  What  mighty  nations,  mighty  kings, 

He  slew,  and  their  whole  country  gave 
To  Israel,  whom  his  hand  redeem'd, 
No  more  to  be  proud  Pharaoh's  slave. 

5  His  power  the  same,  the  same  his  grace, 

That  saves  us  from  the  hosts  of  hell : 
And  heav'n  h<e  gives  us  to  possess. 
Whence  those  apostate  angels  fell. 

PSALM  135.  Common  Metre. 

1  A  WAKE,  ye  saints,  to  praise  your  King 
jljl  Your  sweetest  passions  raise  3 
Your  pious  pleasure,  while  you  sing, 

Increasing  with  the  praise. 

2  Great  is  the  Lord,  and  works  unknown 

Are  his  divine  employ  -, 
But  still  his  saints  are  near  his  throne, 
His  treasure  and  his  joy. 

3  Heav'n,  earth  and  sea  confess  his  hand  ; 

He  bids  the  vapours  rise  ! 
Lightning  and  storm,  at  his  command, 
Sweep  through  the  sounding  skies. 

4  All  power  that  gods  or  kings  have  claim'd 

Is  found  with  him  alone  ; 
But  heathen  gods  shall  ne'er  be  nam'd 
Where  our  Jehovah's  known. 

5  Which  of  the  stocks  and  stones  they  trust 

Can  give  them  showers  of  rain  ? 
In  vain  they  worship  glitt'ring  dust, 
And  pray  to  God  in  vain. 

6  [Their  Gods  have  tongues  that  speechless 

Such  as  their  makers  gave  $  [prove, 


PSALM  CXXXVI.  26  i 

Their  feet  were  never  form'd  to  move, 
Nor  hards  have  power  to  save. 

7  Blind  are  their  eyes,  their  ears  are  deaf, 

Nor  hear  when  mortals  pray  ; 
Mortals,  that  wait  for  their  relief, 
Are  blind  and  deaf  as  they.] 

8  Ye  nations,  know  the  living  God, 

Serve  him  with  faith  and  fear; 
He  makes  the  churches  his  abode, 
And  claims  your  honours  there. 

PSALM  136.  Common  Metre. 

1  /^1 IVE  thanks  to  God,  the  sov'reign 
vJT  His  mercies  still  endure;  [Lord; 
And  be  the  King  of  kings  ador'd  ; 

His  truth  is  ever  sure. 

2  What  wonders  hath  his  wisdom  done ! 

How  mighty  is  his  hand ! 
Heav'n,  earth,  and  sea  he  fram'd  alone: 
How  wide  is  his  command! 

3  The  sun  supplies  the  day  with  light: 

How  bright  his  counsels  shine  ! 
The  moon  and  stars  adorn  the  night : 
His  works  are  all  divine. 

4  [He  struck  the  sons  of  Egypt  dead : 

How  dreadful  is  his  rod! 
And  thence  with  joy  his  people  led  : 
How  gracious  is  our  God  ! 

5  He  cleft  the  swelling  sea  into  ; 

His  arm  is  great  in  might: 
And  gave  the  tribes  a  passage  through; 
His  power  and  grace  unite. 
S  But  Pharaoh's  army  there  he  drown 'dj 
How  glorious  are  his  ways  / 


262  PSALM  CXXXVI. 

And  brought  his  saints  through  desert: 
Eternal  be  his  praise.  [ground  ; 

7  Great  monarchs  fell  beneath  his  hand; 

Victorious  is  his  sicord; 
While  Isra'I  took  the  promis'd  land; 
And  faithful  is  his  word.] 

8  He  saw  the  nations  dead  in  sin ; 

He  felt  his  pity  move : 
How  sad  the  state  the  world  was  in ! 
How  boundless  was  his  lov€ ! 

9  He  sent  to  save  us  from  our  woe; 

His  goodness  never  fails , 
From  death  and  hell^  and  ev'ry  foe ; 
And  still  his  grace  prevails. 

10  Give  thanks  to  God  the  heav'nly  King; 

His  meixies  still  endure ; 
Let  the  whole  earth  his  praises  sing ; 
His  truth  is  ever  sure. 

PSALM  136.  As  the  148th  Psalm. 

1   /^l  IVE  thanks  to  God  most  high, 
vJT  Xhe  universal  Lord  ; 
Hie  sov'reign  King  of  kings  : 
And  be  his  grace  ador'd.         s^>^ 

His  power  and  grace 

Are  still  the  same  j 

And  let  his  name 

Have  endless  praise. 

2  How  mighty  is  his  hand  ! 
What  wonders  hath  he  done  ! 
He  form'd  the  earth  and  seas, 
And  spread  the  heav'ns  alone. 
Thij  mercy,  Lord, 
SI i all  still  endure  s 


And  ever  sure 

Abides  thy  ivord. 
His  wisdom  fram'd  the  sun 
To  crown  the  day  with  light ; 
The  moon  and  twinkling  stars 
To  cheer  the  darksome  night. 

His  power  and  grace 

Are  still  the  same  , 

And  let  his  name 

Have  endless  praise. 
[He  smote  the  first-born  sons, 
The  flower  of  Egypt  dead  ; 
And  thence  his  chosen  tribes 
With  joy  and  glory  led. 

Thy  mercy,  Lord, 

Shall  still  endure  s 

And  ever  sure 

Abides  thy  zoord. 
His  power  and  lifted  rod 
Cleft  the  red-sea  in  two  ; 
And  for  his  people  made 
A  wond'rous  passage  through. 

His  power  and  grace 

Are  still  the  same; 

And  let  his  name 

Have  endless  praise. 

But  cruel  Pharaoh  there 
With  all  his  host  he  drown'd; 
And  brought  his  Israel  safe 
Through  a  long  desert  ground. 

Thy  mercy,  Lord, 

Shall  still  endure; 

And  ever  sure 

Abide  thy  word. 


PAUSE. 

7  The  kings  of  Canaan  fell 
Beneath  his  dreadful  hand  ; 
While  his  own  servants  took 
Possession  of  their  land. 

His  power  and  grace 
Are  still  the  same  ; 
And  let  his  name 
Have  endless  praise.] 

8  He  saw  the  nations  lie, 
All  perishing  in  sin, 
And  pity'd  the  sad  state 
The  ruin'd  world  was  in. 

Thy  mercy.  Lord, 
Shall  still  endure  j 
^  And  ever  sure 
Abides  thy  word. 

9  He  sent  his  only  Son 

To  save  us  from  our  woe, 
From  Satan,  sin,  and  death, 
And  ev'ry  hurtful  foe. 

His  power  and  grace 

Are  still  the  same  j 

And  let  his  name 

Have  endless  praise. 

10  Give  thanks  aloud  to  God, 
To  God  the  heav'nly  king; 
And  let  the  spacious  earth 
His  works  and  glories  sing, 

Thy  ??iercu,  Lord, 
Shall  still  endure; 
And  ever  sure 
Abides  thy  ivord. 
PSALM  136.  Abridged.  Long  Metre, 
1   f~^  IYE  to  our  God  immortal  praise; 
vJT  Mercy  and  truth  are  all  his  ways ; 


PSALM  Q\\\  II.  263 

Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 

Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  song. 

2  Give  to  the  Lord  of  Lords  renown  ; 
The  King  of  kings  with  glory  crown  : 
If  is  mercies  ever  shall  endure, 

II  lien  lords  and  kings  are  known  no  more. 

3  Me  built  the  earth,  he  spread  the  sky, 
And  rlx'd  the  starry  lights  on  high  : 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  song. 

4  lie  fills  the  sun  with  morning  light, 
He  bids  the  moon  direct  the  night : 
J  lis  mercies  ever  shall  endure, 

When  suns  and  moons  shall  shine  no  more. 

5  The  Jews  he  freed  from  Pharaoh's  hand, 
And  brought  them  to  the  promis'd  land  : 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  song. 

6  lie  saw  the  Gentiles  dead  in  sin, 
And  felt  his  pity  move  within  : 
His  mercies  ever  shall  endure, 

When  death  and  sin  shall  reign  no  more. 

7  He  sent  his  Son  with  power  to  save 
From  guilt,  and  darkness,  and  the  grave, 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  song. 

8  Through  this  vain  world  he  guides  our  feet, 
And  leads  us  to  his  heav'nly  seat: 

His  mercies  ever  shall  endure 

When  this  vain  world  shall  be  no  more. 

PSALM  137.        [rent  flows, 
1     A  I'OXG  the  banks  where  Babel's  cur- 
-/x  Our  captive  bands  in  deep  despond- 
ence str?v'd, 

Y 


<*66  PSALM  CXXXVIII. 

While  Zion's  fall  in  sad  remembrance  rose, 
Her  friends,  her  children  mingled  with 
the  dead. 

2  The  tuneless  harp,  that  once  with  joy  we 

strung, 

When  praise  employ'd,  and  mirth  inspir- 
ed the  lay, 
In  mournful  silence  on  the  willows  hung, 

And  growing  grief  prolong'd  the  tedious 
day. 

3  The  barbarous  tyrants,  to  increase  the  woe, 

With  taunting  smiles  a  song  of  Zion  claim, 
Bid  sacred  praise  in  strains  melodious  Mow, 
While  they  blaspheme  the  great  Jehov- 
ah's name. 

4  But  how,  in  heathen  chains  and  lands  un- 

known, 
Shall  IsraTs  sons  a  song  of  Zion  raise  ? 
O  hapless  Salem,  God's  terrestrial  throne, 
Thou  land  of  glory,  sacred  mount  of 

praise ; 

5  If  e'er  mv  memory  lose  thy  lovely  name, 

If  my  ccld  heart  neglect  my  kindred  race, 
Let  dire  destruction  seize  this  guilty  frame: 
My  hand  shall  perish  and  my  voice  shall 
cease. 

6  Yet  shall  the  Lord  who  hears  when  Zion 

calls, 
O'er  take  her  foes  with  terror  and  dismay, 
Llis  arm  avenge  her  desolated  walls, 
And  raise  her  children  to  eternal  day. 

PSALM  138.  Long  Metre. 
1  T  71 7TTH  all  my  powers  of  heart  8c  tongue 
V  V     I'll  praise  my  Maker  in  my  song; 


PSALM  CXXXIX.  267 

Angels  shall  hear  the  notes  I  raise, 

Approve  the  song,  and  join  the  praise. 
[Angels  that  make  thy  church  their  eare, 
Shall  witness  my  devotions  there, 
While  holy  zeal  directs  my  eyes 
To  thy  fair  temple  in  the  skies>] 
I'll  sing  thy  truth  and  mercy,  Lord  j 
I'll  sing  the  wonders  of  thy  word  3 
Not  all  the  works  and  names  below, 
So  much  thy  power  and  glory  show. 
To  God  I  cried  when  trouble  rose ; 
lie  heard  me,  and  subdu'd  my  foes  5 
He  did  my  rising  fears  controul, 
And  strength  dirfus'd  through  all  my  soul. 
The  God  of  heav'n  maintains  his  state, 
Frowns  on  the  proud  and  scorns  the  great ; 
But  from  his  throne  descends  to  bless 
The  humble  souls  that  trust  his  grace. 

!  Amidst  a  thousand  snares  I  stand 
Upheld  and  guarded  by  thy  hand; 
Thy  words  my  fainting  soul  revive, 
And  keep  my  dying  faith  alive. 

'  Grace  will  complete  what  grace  begins, 
To  save  from  sorrow  or  from  sins; 
The  work  that  wisdom  undertakes, 
Eternal  wisdom  ne'er  forsakes. 

PSALM  139.     First  Part.     Long  Metre. 
ORD,  thou  hast  search'd  and  seen  me 


'U 


through, 


Thine  eye  commands  with  pit 

My  rising  and  my  resting  hours, 

My  heart  and  flesh  wTith  all  their  powers. 

My  thoughts,  before  they  are  my  own, 
Are  to, my  God  distinctly  known; 


268  PSALM  CXXXIX. 

He  knows  the  words  I  mean  to  speak. 
Ere  from  my  op  ning  lips  they  break. 

3  Within  thy  circling  power  I  stand, 
On  ev'ry  side  I  find  thy  hand : 
Awake,  asleep,  at  home,  abroad, 

I  am  surrounded  still  with  God. 

4  Amazing  knowledge,  vast  and  great ! 
What  large  extent !  what  lofty  height  I 
My  soul,  with  all  the  powers  I  boast, 
Is  in  the  boundless  prospect  lost. 

5  Oh  may  these  thoughts  possess  my  breast , 
Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  rest ; 

Nor  let  my  weaker  passions  dare 
Consent  to  sin,  for  God  is  there. 

PAUSE  the  first. 

6  Could  I  so- false,  so  faithless  prove, 
To  quit  thy  service  and  thy  love, 
Where,  Lord,  could  I  thy  presence  shun, 
Or  from  thy  dreadful  glory  run  ? 

7  If  up  to  heav'n  I  take  my  flight, 

'Tis  there  thou  dwell'st  enthron'd  in  light; 
Or  dive  to  hell,  there  veng'ance  reigns, 
And  Satan  groans  beneath  thy  chains. 

8  If  mounted  on  a  morning  ray 
I  fly  beyond  the  western  sea, 

Thy  swifter  hand  would  first  arrive, 
And  there  arrest  thy  fugitive. 

9  Or  should  I  try  to  shun  thy  sight 
Beneath  the  spreading  veil  of  night, 
One  glance  ot  thine,  one  piercing  ray 
Would  kindle  darkness  into  day. 

10  Oh  may  these  thoughts  possess  my  breast , 
Where'er  I  rove,  ivhere'er  I  rest  s 


PSALM  CXXXIX 

Nor  let  my  neaker  passions  dare 
Consent  to  sin, for  God  is  there. 
PAUSE  the  second. 

1 1  The  veil  of  night  is  no  disguise, 

No  screen  from  thy  all-searching  eyes; 
Thy  hand  can  seize  thy  foes  as  soon 
Through  midnight  shade  as  blazing  noon. 

12  Midnight  and  noon  in  this  agree, 
Great  God,  they're  both  alike  to  thee; 
Not  death  can  hide  what  God  will  spy, 
And  hell  lies  naked  to  his  eye. 

13  O  may  these  -thoughts  possess  my  breast, 
IVhereer  1  rove,  ichcreer  I  rest  ; 

Nor  let  my  zveaker  passions  dare 
Consent  to  sin,  for  God  is  there. 
PSALM  139.  Second  Part.  Long  Metre. 

1  5T^WAS  from  thy  hand,  my  God,  I  came, 

X    A  work  of  such  a  curious  frame  ; 
In  me  thy  fearful  .wonders  shine, 
And  each  proclaim  thy  skill  divine. 

2  Thine  eyes  could  all  my  limbs  survey, 
Which  yet  in  dark  confusion  lay : 
Thou  saw'st  the  daily  growth  they  took, 
Form'd  by  the  model  of  thy  book. 

3  By  thee  my  growing  parts  were  nam'd, 
And  what  thy  sov'reign  counsels  fram'd, 
The  breathing  lungs,  the  beating  heart, 
Was  copy'd  with  unerring  art. 

4  At  last,  to  show  my  Maker's  name, 
God  stamp'd  his  image  on  my  frame; 
And  in  some  unknown  moment  join'd 
The  finish'd  members  of  the  mind. 

5  There  the  young  seeds  of  thought  began^ 
And  all  the  passions  of  the  man  ; 

y  2 


270  PSALM  CXXXIX. 

Great  God,  our  infant  nature  pays 
Immortal  tribute  to  thy  praise 
PAUSE. 

6  Lord,  since  in  my  advancing  age 
I've  acted  on  life's  busy  stage, 

Thy  thoughts  of  love  to  me  surmount 
The  power  of  numbers  to  recount. 

7  I  could  survey  the  ocean  o'er, 

And  count  the  sand  that  makes  the  shore. 
Before  my  swiftest  thoughts  could  trace 
The  num'rous  wonders  of  thy  grace, 

8  These  on  my  heart  are  still  imprest, 
With  these  I  give  my  eyes  to  rest  $ 
And  at  my  waking  hour  I  find 
God  and  his  love  possess  my  mind. 

PSALM  139.  Third  Part.  Long  Metre. 

1  !\/F^  ^od,  what  inward  grief  I  feel 
IVX  When  impious  men  transgress  thy 
I  mourn  to  hear  their  lips  profane,     [will  1 
Take  thy  tremendous  name  in  vain. 

2  Does  not  my  soul  detest  and  hate 
The  sons  of  malice  and  deceit  ? 
Those  that  oppose  thy  laws  and  thee, 
I  count  for  enemies  to  me. 

3  Lord,  search  my  soul,  try  every  thought  | 
Though  my  own  heart  accuse  me  not 
Of  walking  in  a  false  disguise, 

I  beg  the  trial  of  thine  eyes. 

4  Doth  secret  mischief  lurk  within  ? 
Do  I  indulge  some  unknown  sin  ? 
Oh  turn  my  feet  whene'er  I  stray, 
And  lead  me  in  thy  perfect  way. 

t  PSALM  139.  First  Part.  Common  Metre, 
1   IN  all  my  vast  concerns  with  thee, 
JL  In  vain  my  soul  would  try 


PSALM  CXXXIX.  271 

To  shun  thy  presence,  Lord,  or  flee 

The  notice  ot  thine  eve. 
Thy  all-surrounding  sight  surveys 

My  rising  and  my  rest, 
My  public  walks,  mv  private  ways, 

And  secrets  of  my  breast. 

Mv  thoughts  lie  open  to  the  Lord 

Before  they're  form'd  within. 
And  ere  my  lips  pronounce  the  word, 

lie  knows  the  sense  I  mean. 
Oh  wond'rous  knowledge,  deep  and  high  1 

Where  can  a  creature  hide  ? 
Within  thy  circling  arms  1  lie, 

Enclos'd  on  every  side. 
So  let  thy  grace  surround  me  still, 

And  like  a  bulwark  prove, 
To  guard  my  soul  from  every  ill, 

Secur'd  by  sov'reign  love. 

PAUSE. 

Lord,  where  shall  guilty  souls  retire, 

Forgotten  and  unknown  ? 
In  hell  they  meet  thy  dreadlul  fire, 

In  heav'n  thy  glorious  throne. 

Should  I  suppress  my  vital  breath, 

To  'scape  the  wrath  divine, 
Thy  voice  wTould  break  the  bars  of  death; 

And  make  the  grave  resign. 
If,  wing'd  with  beams  of  morning  light, 

I  fiy  beyond  the  west, 
Thy  hand,  which  must  support  my  flight, 

Would  soon  betray  my  rest. 

If  o'er  my  sins  I  think  to  draw 
The  curtains  of  the  night, 


272  PSALM  CXXXIX. 

The  flaming  eyes  that  guard  thy  law 
Would  turn  the  shades  to  light. 
10  The  beams  of  noon,  the  midnight  hour 
Are  both  alike  to  thee : 

Oh  may  I  ne'er  provoke  that  power 
From  which  1  cannot  "flee. 

PSALM  139.  Second  Part.  C.  Metre. 

1  T  T7HEN  I  with  pleasing  wonder  stand*. 

V  V     And  all  my  frame  survey, 
Lord,  'tis  thy  work,  I  own  thy  hand 
That  built  my  humble  clay. 

2  Thy  hand  my  heart  and  reins  possess'd 

Where  unborn  nature  grew; 
Thy   wisdom  all  my  features  trac'd, 
And  all  my  members,  drew. 

3  Thine  eye  with  nicest  care  survey 'd 

The  growth  of  ev'ry  part; 
Till  the  whole  scheme  thy  thoughts  had  laid 
Was  copy'd  by  thy  art. 

4  Heav'n,  earth,  and  sea,  and  fire,  and  wind 

Show  me  thy  wond'rous  skill; 
But  I  review  myself,  and  find 
Diviner  wonders  still. 

5  Thy  awful  glories  round  me  shine, 

My  flesh  proclaims  thy  praise;  J 
Lord,  to  thy  works  of  nature  join 
Thy  miracles  of  grace. 
PSALM  139.   14,  17,  IB.  T-Part.  C.  Metre. 

1  T    ORD,  when  1  count  thy  mercies  o'er, 
X^rf  They  strike  me  with  surprise ; 

Not  all  the  sands  that  spread  the  shore 
To  equal  numbers  rise. 

2  My  flesh  with  fear  and  wonder  stands, 

The  product  of  thy  skill; 


PSALM  CXLI.  275 

And  hourly  blessing  from  thy  hands 
Thy  thoughts  of  love  reveal. 
3  These  on  my  heart  by  night  I  kcep^ 
How  kind,  how  dear  to  me  ! 
Oh  may  the  hour  that  ends  my  sleep 
Still  find  my  thoughts  with  thee! 

PSALM  140.  Common  Metre. 

1  TJROTECT  us,  Lord,  from  fatal  harm  ; 
A     Behold  our  rising  woes  ; 

We  trust  alone  thy  powerful  arm, 
To  scatter  all  our  foes. 

2  Their  tongue  is  like  a  poison'd  dart, 

Their  thoughts  are  full  of  guile  ; 
While  rage  and  carnage  swell  their  heart, 
They  wear  a  peaceful  smile. 

3  O  God  of  grace,  thy  guardian  care, 

When  foes  without  invade, 
Or  spread  within  a  deeper  snare, 
Supplies  our  constant  aid. 

4  Let  falsehood  flee  before  thy  face, 

Thy  heav'nly  truth  extend, 
All  nations  taste  thy  heav'nly  grace, 
And  all  delusion  end. 

5  With  daily  bread  the  poor  supply, 

The  cause  of  justice  plead; 
And  be  thy  church  exalted  high, 
With  Christ,  the  glorious  head. 

PSALM  141.  2—5.  Long  Metre. 
1   \  /TY  God,  accept  my  early  vows, 
IV  A  Like  morning  incense,  in  thine  house, 
And  let  my  nightly  worship  rise 
Sweet  as  the  ev'ning  sacrifice. 


2  74  PSALM  CXLII. 

2  Watch  o'er  my  lips,  and  guard  them,  Lord, 
From  every  rash  and  heedless  word  -y 
Nor  let  my  feet  incline  to  tread 

The  guilty  path  where  sinners  lead. 

3  Oh  may  the  righteous,  when  I  stray, 
Smite  and  reprove  my  wand'ring  way  ; 
Their  gentle  words,  'like  ointment  shedy 
Shall  never  bruise,  but.  cheer  my  head. 

4  When  I  behold  them  prest  with  grief, 
I'll  cry  to  heav'n  for  their  relief; 
And  by  my  warm  petitions  prove 
How  much  I  prize  their  faithful  love. 

PSALM  142.  Common  Metre. 

1  r  |  X)  God  I  made  my  sorrows  known, 

JL    From  God  I  sought  relief; 
In  long  complaints  berore  his  throne 
I  pour'd  out  all  my  grief. 

2  My  soul  was  overwhelm'd  with  woes, 

My  heart  began  to  break  ; 
My  God,  who  all  my  burdens  knows, 
Beholds  the  way  I  take. 

3  On  every  side  I  cast  mine  eye, 

And  found  my  helpers  gone, 
While  friends  and  strangers  past  me  by, 
Neglected  or  unknown. 

4  Then  did  I  raise  a  louder  cry, 

And  caird  thy  mercy  near, 
"  Thou  art  my  portion  when  I  die, 
"  Be  thou  my  refuge  here." 

5  Lord,  I  am  brought  exceeding  low, 

Now  let  thine  ear  attend, 
And  make  my  foes,  who  vex  me,  know 
I've  an  almighty  friend. 


MY  ri| 
Hea 


PSALM   LALin.  a/D 

From  my  sad  prison  set  me  free, 

Then  shall  I  praise  thy  name, 
And  holy  men  shall  join  With  me, 

Thy  kindness  to  proclaim. 

PSALM  143.  Long  Metre. 

ighteous  Judge,  my  gracious  God, 
_  jar  when  1  spread  my  hands  abroad, 
And  cry  for  succour  from  thy  throne, 
Oh  make  thy  truth  and  mercy  known. 

2  Let  judgment  not  against  me  pass: 
Behold  thy  servant  pleads  thy  grace: 
Should  justice  call  us  to  thy  bar, 
No  man  alive  is  guiltless  there. 

3  Look  down  in  pity,  Lord,  and  see 
The  mighty  woes  that  burthen  me  ; 
Down  to  the  dust  my  life  is  brought, 
Like  one  long  buried  and  forgot. 

4  I  dwTell  in  darkness  and  unseen, 
My  heart  is  desolate  within  : 

My  thoughts  in  musing  silence  trace 
The  ancient  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

5  Thence  I  derive  a  glimpse  of  hope 
To  bear  my  sinking  spirits  up  ; 

I  stretch  my  hands  to  God  again, 
And  thirst  like  parched  lands  for  rain. 

6  For  thee  I  thirst,  I  pray,  I  mourn, 
When  will  my  smiling  face  return  ? 
Shall  all  my  joys  on  earth  remove, 
And  God  for  ever  hide  his  love  ? 

7  My  God,  thy  long  delay  to  save 
Will  sink  thy  prisoner  to  the  grave ; 

My  heart  grows  faint,  and  dim  mine  eye 
Make  haste  to  help  before  I  die. 


276  JPSALM  cxliv. 

8  The  night  is  witness  "to  my  tears, 
Distressing  pains,  distracting  fears; 
Oh  might  I  hear  thy  morning  voice, 
How  would  my  weaned  powers  rejoice  ! 

9  In  thee  I  trust,  to  thee  I  sigh, 
And  lift  my  weary  soul  on  high  ; 
For  thee  sit  waiting  all  the  day, 
And  wear  the  tiresome  hours  away. 

10  Break  off  my  fetters,  Lord,  and  show 
The  path  in  which  my  feet  should  go: 
If  snares  and  foes  beset  the  road, 

I  flee  to  hide  me  near  my  God. 

!  1  Teach  me  to  do  thy  holy  will, 
And  lead  me  to  thy  heav'nly  hill : 
Let  the  good  Spirit  of  thy  love 
Conduct  me  to  thy  courts  above. 

12  Then  shall  my  soul  no  more  complain, 
The  tempter  then  shall  rage  in  vain ; 
And  flesh,  and  sin,  my  foes  before, 
Shall  never  vex  my  spirit  more. 

PSALM  144.   1,2.  FirstPart.  C.  Metre. 

1  T7^R  ever  blessed  be  the  Lord, 
-1-      My  Saviour  and  my  shield  ; 
He  sends  his  Spirit  with  his  word, 

To  arm  me  for  the  field. 

2  When  sin  and  hell  their  force  unite, 

He  makes  my  soul  his  care  ; 
Instructs  me  in  the  heav'nly  fight, 
And  guards  me  through  the  w^ar. 

3  A  friend  and  helper  so  divine 

My  fainting  hope  shall  raise ; 
He  makes  the  glorious  vict'ry  mine, 
And  his  shall  be  the  praise. 


VJJ.   JL  *-iJ 


PSALM  144.  Second  Part.  C.  Metre. 

1  T    ORD,  what  is  man,  poor  feeble  man, 
l^j  Born  of  the  earth  at  first  ?; 

Mis  life  a  shadow,  light  and  vain, 
Still  hasting  to  the  dufst. 

2  Oh  what  is  feeble  dying  man, 

Or  all  his  sinful  race, 
That  God  should  make  it  his  concern 
To  visit  him  with  grace  ? 

3  That  God  who  darts  his  lightnings  down* 

Who  shakes  the  worlds  above, 
What  terrors  wait  his  awful  frown  ! 
How  wond'rous  is  his  love  ! 

PSALM  144.  Third  Part.  L.  Metre. 

1  TTAPPY  the  city  where  their  sons 
JLjL  Like  pillars  round  a  palace  set, 
And  daughters,  bright  as  polish'd  stones, 

Give  strength  and  beauty  to  the  state. 

2  Happy  the  land  in  culture  dress'd, 

Whose  flocks  and  corn  have  large  in- 
Whose  men  securely  work  or  rest,  [crease; 
Nor  sons  of  plunder  break  their  peace. 

3  Happy  the  nation  thus  endow 'd, 

But  more  divinely  blest  are  those 
On  whom  the  all-sufficient  God 
Himself  with  all  his  grace  bestows. 

PSALM  145.    Long  Metre. 

1  TV  /¥Y  God,  my  King,  thy  various  prais 
1VA  Shall  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days  ; 
Thy  grace  employ  my  humble  tongue, 
Till  death  and  glory  raise  the  song. 

2  The  wings  of  every  hour  shall  bear 
Some  thankful  tribute  to  thine  ear; 


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And  every  sitting  sun  shall  see  r 
New  works  of  duty  done  for  thee. 

3  Thy  truth  and  justice  I'll  proclaim  ; 
Thy  bounty  flows  an  endless  stream ; 
Thy  mercy  swift,  thine  anger  slow,  ■ 
But  dreadful -to  the  stubborn  foe. 

4  Thy  works  with  sov'reign  glory  shine, 
And  speak  thy  Majesty  divine ; 

Let  every  realm  with  joy  proclaim 
The  sound  and  honour  of  thy  name. 

5  Let  distant  times  and  nations  raise 
The  long  succession  of  thy  praise  ; 
And  unborn  ages  make  my  song 
The  joy  and  triumph  of  their  tongue. 

6  But  who  can  speak  thy  wond'rous  deeds  ! 
Thy  greatness  all  our  thoughts  exceeds; 
Vast  and  unsearchable  thy  ways ! 

Vast  and  immortal  be  thy  praise  ! 
PSALM  145.     1—7,  11—13.     First  Part. 

Common  Metre. 
3   T    ONG  as  I  live  I'll  bless  thy  name, 
A-'  My  King,  my  God  of  love; 
My  work  and  joy  shall  be  the  same, 
In  the  bright  world  above. 

2  Great  is  the  Lord,  his  power  unknown, 

And  let  his  praise  be  great : 
Til  sing  the  honours  of  thy  throne, 
Thy  works  of  grace  repeat. 

3  Thy  grace  shall  dwell  upon  my  tongue  ; 

And  while  my  lips  rejoice, 
The  men  that  hear  my  sacred  song 
Shall  join  their  cheerful  voice. 

4  Fathers  to  sons  shall  teach  thy  name, 

And  children  learn  thy  ways; 


PSALM  CLXV.  279 

Ages  to  come  thy  truth  proclaim, 
And  nations  sound  thy  praise. 

5  Thy  glorious  deeds  of  ancient  date 

Shall  through  the  world  be  known  ; 
Thine  arm  of  power,  thy  heav'nly  state, 
With  public  splendour  shown. 

6  The  world  is  manag'd  by  thy  hands, 

Thy  saints  are  rul'd  by  love ; 
And  thine  eternal  kingdom  stands, 
Though  rocks  and  hills  remove. 

PSALM  145.  7,  &c.  Second  Part.  C.  Metre. 

1  QWEET  is  the  mem'ry  of  thy  grace, 
O  My  God,  my  heav'nly  King; 

Let  age  to  age  thy  righteousness 
In  sounds  of  glory  sing. 

2  God  reigns  on  high,  but  ne'er  confines 

His  goodness  to  the  skies  ; 
Through  the  whole  earth  his  bounty  shines, 
And  every  want  supplies. 
S  With  longing  eyes  thy  creatures  wait 
On  thee  for  daily  food, 
Thy  lib'ral  hand  provides  their  meat, 
And  fills  their  mouths  with  good. 

4  How  kind  are  thy  compassions,  Lord ! 

How  slow  thine  anger  moves  ! 
But  soon  he  sends  his  pard'ning  word 
To  cheer  the  souls  he  loves. 

5  Creatures  with  all  their  endless  race 

Thy  power  and  praise  proclaim; 
But  saints  that  taste  thy  richer  grace 
Delight  to  bless  thy  name. 
PSALM  145.  Third  Part.  Common  Metre. 
1  ET  ev'ry  tongue  thy  goodness  speak, 

-Li  Thou  sov'reign  Lord  of  all ; 


280  PSALM  CXLVI. 

Thy  strength'ning  hand  upholds  the  weak,, 
And  raise  the  poor  that  fall. 

2  When  sorrow  bows  the  spirit  down, 

Or  virtue  lies  distrest 
Beneath  some  proud  oppressor's  frown, 
Thou  giv'st  the  mourners  rest. 

3  The  Lord  supports  our  sinking  days, 

And  guides  our  giddy  youth  : 
Holy  and  just  are  all  his  ways, 
And  all  his  words  are  truth. 

4  He  knows  the  pains  his  servants  feel, 

He  hears  his  children  cry ; 
And  their  best  wishes  to  fulfil, 
His  grace  is  ever  nigh. 

5  His  mercy  never  shall  remove 

From  men  of  heart  sincere ; 
He  saves  the  souls,  whose  humble  love 
Is  join'd  with  holy  fear. 

6  [His  stubborn  foes  his  sword  shall  slay, 

And  pierce  their  hearts  with  pain ; 
But  none  that  serve  the  Lord  shall  say, 
"  They  sought  his  aid  in  vain."] 

7  [My  lips  shall  dwell  upon  his  praise, 

And  spread  his  fame  abroad; 
Let  all  the  sons  of  Adam  raise 
The  honours  of  their  God.] 

PSALM  146.  Long  Metre. 

1  YJR  AISE  ye  the  Lord,  my  heart  shall  join 
Jl     In  works  so  pleasant,  so  divine; 
Now  while  the  flesh  is  mine  abode, 

And  when  my  soul  ascends  to  God. 

2  Praise  shall  employ  my  noblest  powers. 
While  immortality  endures; 


PSALM  CXLV1I.  281 

My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last. 

3  Why  should  I  make  a  man  my  trust? 
Princes  must  die  and  turn  to  dust; 
Their  breath  departs,  their  pomp  and  power 
And  thoughts  all  vanish  in  an  hour. 

4-  Happy  the  man  whose  hopes  rely 
On  Israel's  God :  He  made  the  sky, 
And  earth,  and  seas,  with  all  their  train  ; 
And  none  shall  find  his  promise  vain. 

5  His  truth  for  ever  stands  secure ; 

He  saves  th'  oppress'd,  he  feeds  the  poor ; 
He  sends  the  lab'ring  conscience  peace, 
And  grants  the  pris'ner  sweet  release. 

6  The  Lord  to  sight  restores  the  blind  ; 
The  Lord  supports  the  sinking  mind; 
He  helps  the  stranger  in  distress, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherless. 

7  He  loves  the  saints,  he  knows-  them  well, 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell ; 

Thy  God,  O  Zion,  ever  reigns  ; 
Praise  him  in  everlasting  strains. 

PSALM  147.  As  the  113th  Psalm. 

1  T'LL  praise  my  Maker  with  my  breath  ; 
JL  And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 

Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powders  : 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last, 

Or  immortality  endures. 

2  Why  should  I  make  a  man  my  trust ! 
Princes  must  die  and  turn. to  dust; 

Vain  is  the  help  of  flesh  and  blood  y 

z2 


282  PSALM  CXLVII. 

Their  breath  departs,  their  pomp  and  power 
And  thoughts  all  vanish  in  an  hour ; 
Nor  can  they  make  their  promise  good. 

3  Happy  the  man  whose  hopes  rely 
On  Israel's  God:  He  made  the  sky, 

And  earth,  and  seas,  with  all  their  train  : 
His  truth  for  ever  stands  secure ; 
He  saves  th'oppress'd,  he  feeds  the  poor, 

And  none  shall  find  his  promise  vain. 

4  The  Lord  hath  eyes  to  give  the  blind  5 
The  Lord  supports  the  sinking  mind  ; ' 

He  sends  the  Wring  conscience  peace : 
He  helps  the  stranger  in  distress, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherless, 

And  grants  the  pris'ner  sweet  release. 

5  He  loves  his  saints,  he  knows  them  well. 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell ; 

Thy  God,  O  Zion,  ever  reigns  : 
Let  every  tongue,  let  every  age, 
In  this  exalted  work  engage  ; 

Praise  him  in  everlasting  strains. 

6  I'll  praise  him  while  he  lends  me  breath ; 
And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 

Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers  : 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last, 

Or  immortality  endures. 

PSALM  147.  First  Part.  Long  Metre. 

1  TJRAISE  ye  the  Lord  :  'tis  good  to  raise 
A     Our  hearts  and  voices  in  his  praise  : 
His  nature  and  his  works  invite 

To  make  this  duty  our  delight. 

2  The  Lord  builds  up  Jerusalem, 
And  gathers  nations  to  his  name : 


PSALM  CXLVII.  2813 

His  mercy  melts  the  stubborn  soul, 
And  makes  the  broken  spirit  whole. 

\   He  form'd  the  stars,  those  heav'nly  flames, 
He  counts  their  numbers,  calls  their  names; 
His  sovereign  wisdom  knows  no  bound, 
A  deep  where  all  our  thoughts  aredrown'd. 

t  Great  is  our  Lord,  and  great  his  might,. 
And  all  his  glories  infinite  ; 
He  crowns  the  meek,  rewards  the  just, 
And  treads  the  wicked  to  the  dust. 
PAUSE. 

3  Sing  to  the  Lord,  exalt  him  high, 

Who  spreads  his  clouds  around  the  sky; 
There  he  prepares  the  fruitful  rain, 
Nor  lets  the  drops  descend  in  vain. 

6  He  makes  the  grass  the  hills  adorn, 
And  clothes  the  smiling  fields  with  corn  j 
The  beasts  with  food  his  hands  supply, 
And  feeds  the  ravens  when  they  cry. 

7  What  is  the  creature's  skill  or  force, 
The  vig'rous  man,  the  warlike  horse, 
The  sprightly  wit,  the  active  limb? 
All  are  too  mean  delights  for  him. 

8  But  saints  are  lovely  in  his  sight ; 
Pie  views  his  children  with  delight ; 
He  sees  their  hope,  he  knows  their  fear, 
And  finds  and  loves  his  image  there. 

PSALM  147.  Second  Part.  Long  Metre. 

1  '       ET  Zion  praise  the  mighty  God, 

1  4  And  make  his  honours  known  abroad  ; 
For  sweet  the  joy,  our  songs  to  raise, 
And  glorious  is  the  work  of  praise. 

2  Our  children  live  secure  and  blest ; 
Our  shores  have  peace,  our  cities  rest ; 


-VX*  nALM  (JALVII. 

He  feeds  our  sons  with  finest  wheat, 
And  adds  his  blessing  to  their  meat' 

3  The  changing  seasons  he  ordains, 
The  early  and  the  latter  rains ; 

His  flakes  oi  snow  like  wool  he  sends, 
And  thus  the  springing  corn  defends. 

4  With  hoary  frost  he  strews  the  ground  ; 
His  hail  descends  with  dreadful  sound ; 
His  icy  bands  the  rivers  hold, 

And  terror  arms  his  wintry  cold. 

5  He  bids  the  warmer  breezes  blow, 
The  ice  dissolves,  the  waters  flow; 
But  he  hath  nobler  works  and  wavs 
To  call  his  people  to  his  praise. 

6  Through  all  our  realm  his  laws  are  shown; 
His  gospel  through  the  nations  known  ; 
He  hath  not  thus  reveal'd  his  word 

To  every  land — Praise  ye  the  Lord. 

PSALM  147.   7—9,  13—18.   C.  Metre. 

1  TT7TTH  songs  and  honours  sounding 

V  V  ^  Address  the  Lord  on  high ;  [loud, 
Over  the  heav'ns  he  spreads  his  cloud, 
And  waters  veil  the  sky. 

2  He  sends  his  show'rs  of  blessings  down 

To  cheer  the  plains  below ; 
He  makes  the  grass  the  mountains  crown, 
And  corn  in  valleys  grow. 

3  He  gives  the  grazing  ox  his  meat, 

He  hears  the  ravens  crv  ; 
But  man,  who  tastes  his  finest  wheat, 
Should  raise  his  honours  high. 

4  His  steady  counsels  change  the  face 

Or  the  declining  year  ; 


PSALM  CXLVIII.  2S5 

He  bids  the  sun  cut  short  his  race, 
And  wint'ry  days  appear. 

5  His  hoarv  frost,  his  fleecy  snow, 

Descend  and  clothe  the  ground  ; 
The  liquid  streams  forbear  to  flow, 
In  icy  letters  bound. 

6  When  from  his  dreadful  stores  on  high 

He  pours  the  sounding  hail, 
The  wretch  that  dares  his  God  defy 
Shall  find  his  courage  fail. 

7  He  sends  his  word,  and  melts  the  snow, 

The  fields  no  longer  mourn  ; 
He  calls  the  warmer  gales  to  blow, 
And  bids  the  sprmg  return. 

8  The  changing  wind,  the  flying  cloud, 

Obey  his  mighty  word  : 
With  songs  and  honours  sounding  loud, 
Praise  ye  the  sovereign  Lord. 
PSALM  148.'  Proper  Metre. 

1  '\TE  tribes  of  Adam  join 

X     With  heav'n,  and  earth,  and  seas, 
And  offer  notes  divine 
To  your  Creator's  praise. 

Ye  holy  throng 

Of  angels  bright 

In  worlds  of  light 

Begin  the  song. 

2  Thou  sun  with  dazzling  rays, 
And  moon  that  rules  the  night, 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praise, 
With  stars  of  twinkling  light. 

His  power  declare, 
Ye  floods  on  high, 
And  clouds  that  fly 
In  empty  air. 


286  PSALM  CXLVIIJ 

3  The  shining  worlds  above 
In  glorious  order  stand, 
Or  in  swift  courses  move, 
By  his  supreme  command. 
He  spake  the  word, 
And  all  their  frame 
From  nothing  came 
To  praise  the  Lord. 
4  He  mov'd  their  mighty  wheels 
In  unknown  ages  past, 
And  each  his  word  fulfils, 
While  time  and  nature  last. 
In  diff'rent  ways 
His  works  proclaim 
His  wond'rous  name, 
And  speak  his  praise. 

PAUSE. 

5  Let  all  the  earth-born  race, 
And  monsters  of  the  deep/ 
The  fish  that  cleave  the  seas, 
Or  in  their  bosom  sleep  • 
From  sea  and  shore 
Their  tribute  pay, 
And  still  display 
Their  Maker's  power. 
»  Ye  vapours,  hail,  and  snow, 
Praise  ye  th'  Almighty  Lord, 
And  stormy  winds  that  blow, 
To  execute  his  word. 
When  lightnings  shine, 
Or  thunders  roar, 
Let  earth  adore 
His  hand  divine. 
Ye  mountains  near  the  skies, 
With  lofty  cedars  there, 


And  trees  of  humbler  size, 
That  fruit  in  plenty  bear; 

Beasts,  wild  and  tame, 

Birds,  flies  and  worms, 

In  various  forms 

Exalt  his  name. 

8  Ye  kings  and  judges,  fear 
The  Lord,  the  sov'reign  King; 
And  while  you  rule  us  here, 
His  heav'nly  honours  sing  : 

Nor  let  the  dream 
Of  power  and  state 
Make  you  forget 
His  power  supreme. 

9  Virgins  and  youths  engage 
To  sound  his  praise  divine, 
While  infancy  and  age  x 
Their  feeble  voices  join  ; 

Wide  as  he  reigns 
His  name  be  sung 
By  every  tongue 
In  endless  strains. 

10  Let  all  the  nations  fear 
The  God  that  rules  above; 
He  brings  his  people  near, 
And  makes  them  taste  his  love  : 

While  earth  and  sky 
Attempt  his  praise, 
His  saints  shall  raise 
His  honours  high. 

PSx\LM  148.  Paraphrased  in  Long  Metre. 
1   T    OUD  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord, 

-1— '  From  distant  worlds  where  creatures 
Let  heav'n  begin  the  solemn  word,    [dwell ; 

And  sound  it  dreadful  down  to  hell. 


jl  onJuiTX     x^uivx^  y 


Note.   This  Psalm  may  be  sung  to  the  tune  of 
the  old  1  \2th  or  127 th  Psalm,  if  these  tzvo 
lines  be  added  to  every  stanza,  viz. 
"  Each  of  his  works  his  name  displays, 
"  But  they  can  ne'er  complete  the  praise.'' 

Otherwise  it  may  be  sung  to  the  usual  tunes  of 
the  Long  Metre. 

2  The  Lord,  how  absolute  he  reigns, 

Let  every  angel  bend  the  knee  \ 
Sing  of  his  love  in  heav'nly  strains, 

And  speak  how  fierce  his  terrors  be. 

3  High  on  a  throne  his  glories  dwell, 

An  awful  throne  of  shining  bliss : 
Fly  through  the  world,  O  sun,  and  tell 

How  dark  thy  beams  compar'd  to  his. 

4  Awake,  ye  tempests,  and  his  fame, 

In  sounds  of  dreadful  praise  declare  ; 
Let  the  sweet  whisper  of  his  name 
Fill  every  gentler  breeze  of  air. 

5  Let  clouds,  and  winds,  and  waves  agree 

To  join  their  praise  with  blazing  fire  ; 
Let  the  firm  earth  and  rolling  sea 
In  this  eternal  song  conspire. 

6  Ye  flow'ry  plains  proclaim  his  skill ; 

Ye  vallies  sink  before  his  eye  ; 
And  let  his  praise  from  every  hill 

Rise  tuneful  to  the  neighb'ring  sky. 

7  Ye  stubborn  oaks,  and  stntely  pines, 

Bend  your  high  branches  and  adore  : 
Praise  him  ye  beasts,  in  difPrent  strains; 
The  lamb  must  bleat,  the  lion  roar. 

8  Ye  birds,  his  praise  must  be  your  theme, 

Who  form'd  to  song  your  tuneful  voice  -y 


PSALM   CLXVIII.  289 

While  the  dumb  fish  that  cut  the  stream 
In  his  protecting  care  rejoice. 
■*■  9  Mortals,  can  you  retrain  your  tongue 
When  nature  all  around  you  sings  ? 

Oh  for  a  shout  from  old  and  young, 

From  humble  swains  and  lofty  kings! 

10  Wide  as  his  vast  dominion,  lies 

Make  the  Creator's  name  be  known; 
Loud  as  his  thunder  shout  his  praise, 
And  sound  it  lofty  at  his  throne. 

1 1  Jehovah  !   'tis  a  glorious  word  ! 

Oh  may  it  dwell  on  every  tongue  ! 
But  saints,  who  best  have  known  the  Lord, 
Are  bound  to  raise  the  noblest  song. 

1 2  Speak  of  the  wonders  of  that  love 

Which  Gabriel  plays  on  every  chord  : 
From  all  below,  and  all  above, 
Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord  ! 

PSALM  143.  Short  Metre. 
-1   T    ET  every  creature  join 

Jl-j  To  praise  th'  eternal  God  : 
Ye  heav'nly  hosts,  the  song  begin, 
And  sound  his  name  abroad. 

2  Thou  sun  with  golden  beams, 

And  moon  with  paler  rays, 
Ye  starry  lights,  ye  twinkling  flames, 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praise. 

3  He  built  those  worlds  above, 

And  flx'd  their  wond'rous  frame ; 
By  his  command  they  stand  or  move. 
And  ever  speak  his  name. 

4  Ye  vapours,  when  ye  rise, 

Or  fall  in  showers  or  snow, 


290  PSALM  CXLVIIII. 

Yc  thunders,  murm'ring  round  the  skies, 
His  power  and  glory  show. 

5  Wind,  hail,  and  flaming  fire, 

Agree  to  praise  the  Lord, 
When  ye  in  dreadful  storms  conspire 
To  execute  his  word. 

6  By  all  his  works  above 

His  honours  be  express'd  ; 
But  saints,  that  taste  his  saving  love, 
Should  sing  his  praises  best. 

PAUSE  the  first. 

7  Let  earth  and  ocean  know 

They  owe  their  Maker  praise  -y 
Praise  him,,  ye  wat'ry  worlds  below, 
And  monsters  of  the  seas. 

8  From  mountains  near  the  sky 

Let  his  high  praise  resound — 
From  humble  shrubs,  and  cedars  high, 
And  vales  and  fields  around. 

9  Ye  lions  of  the  wood, 

And  tamer  beasts  that  graze, 
Ye  live  upon  his  daily  food, 
And  he  expects  your  praise. 

10  Ye  birds  of  lofty  wing, 

On  high  his  praises  bear, 
Or  sit  on  flowery  boughs,  and  sing 
Your  Maker's  glory  there. 

1 1  Ye  reptile  myriads,  join 

T'  exalt  his  glorious  name, 
And  flies,  in  beauteous  forms  that  shine, 
His  wond'rous  skill  proclaim. 

a  2  By  all  the  earth-born  race, 
His  honours  be  express'd  ; 


PSALM  CXLIX.  291 

But  saints  that  know  hisheav 'nly  grace, 
Should  learn  to  praise  him  best* 
PAUSE  the  second. 

13  Monarchs  of  wide  command, 

Praise  ye  th'  eternal  King — 
Judges,  adore  that  sov'reign  hand, 
Whence  all  your  honours  spring. 

14  Let  vigorous  youth  engage 

To  sound  his  praises  high  ; 
Where  growing  babes  with  withering  age 
Their  feeble  voices  try. 

15  United  zeal  be  shown 

His  wond'rous  fame  to  raise  ; 
God  is  the  Lord  ;  his  name  alone 
Deserves  our  endless  praise. 

16  Let  nature  join  with  art, 

And  all  pronounce  him  blest ; 
But  saints,  that  dwell  so  near  his  heart, 
Should  sing  his  praises  best. 
PSALM  149.  Common  Metre. 

1  A   LL  ye  that  love  the  Lord,  rejoice, 
J.jl  And  let  your  songs  be  new  ; 
Amidst  the  church  with  cheerful  voice 

His  later  wonders  shew. 

2  The  Jews,  the  people  of  his  grace, 

Shall  their  Redeemer  sing  ; 
And  Gentile  nations  join  the  praise, 
While  Zion  owns  her  kin£. 

3  The  Lord  takes  pleasure  in  the  just, 

Whom  sinners  treat  with  scorn ; 
The  meek,  that  lie  despis'd  in  du.->t, 
Salvation  shall  adorn. 

4  Saints  shall  be  joyful  in  their  King, 

E'en  on  a  dying  bed; 


292  PSALM  CL. 

And  like  the  souls  in  glory  sing, 
For  God  shall  raise  the  dead. 

5  Then  his  high  praise  shall  fill  their  tongues, 

Their  hands  shall  wield  the  sword  : 
And  vengeance  shall  attend  their  songs, 
The  vengeance  of  the  Lord. 

6  When  Christ  his  judgment-seat  ascends, 

And  bids  the  world  appear, 
Thrones  are  prepar'd  for  all  his  friends, 
Who  humbly  lov'd  him  here. 

7  Then  shall  they  rule  with  iron  rod, 

Nations  that  dar'd  rebel: 
And  join  the  sentence  of  their  God, 
On  tyrants  doom'd  to  hell. 

8  The  royal  sinners,  bound  in  chains, 

New  triumph  shall  afford : 
Such  honour  for  the  saints  remains- 
Praise  ye,  and  love  the  Lord. 

PSALM  150.  Common  Metre. 

1  TN  God's  own  house  pronounce  his  praise^ 
A  His  grace  he  there  reveals ; 

To  heav'n  your  joy  and  wonder  raise, 
For  there  his  glory  dwells. 

2  Let  all  your  sacred  passions  move, 

While  you  rehearse  his  deeds  ; 
But  the  great  work  of  saving  love 
Your  highest  praise  exceeds. 

3  All  that  have  motion,  life  and  breath, 

Proclaim  your  Maker  blessed; 
Yet  when  my  voice  expires  in  death, 
My  soul  shall  praise  him  best. 


DOXOLOGIFS.  293 

THE    CilKJSIIAN    DOXOfcOGY. 

Long  Metre. 

TO  God  the  Father,  Gad  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  three  in'one, 
I3e  honour,  praise,  and  glory  given 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven. 

Common  Metre. 

LET  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit  be  ador'd, 
AY  here  there  are  works  to  make  him  known, 
Or  saints  to  love  the  Lord. 

Common  Metre. 

Where  the  Tunc  includes  two  Stanzas. 

1  nTHE  God  of  mercy  be  ador'd, 

JL     Who  calls  our  souls  from  death, 
Who  saves  by  his  redeeming  word, 
And  new-creating  breath. 

2  To  praise  the  Father  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit,  all  divine, 
The  one  in  three,  and  three  in  one, 
Let  saints  and  angels  join. 

Short  Metre. 

YE  angels,  round  the  throne, 
And  saints  that  dwell  below, 
Worship  the  Father,  praise  the  Son, 
And  bless  the  Spirit  too. 

As  the  With  Psalm. 
7^70Y»r  to  the  great  and  sacred  Three, 
1  M     rhe  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  be 
^  Eternal  praise  and  glory  givn, 
Thrju^h  all  the  worlds,  where  God  is  known, 
By  :  li  the  angels  near  the  throne, 

And  all  the  saints  in  earth  and  heav'm 
2  a  2 


294  ©OXOLOGIES. 

As  the  \\4rth  Psalm, 

HPO  God  the  Father's  throne 

JL    Perpetual  honours  raise  ; 

Glorv  to  God  the  Son, 
j  ... 

To  God  the  Spirit  praise ; 
With  all  our  powers, 
Eternal  King, 
Thy  name  we  sing, 
While  faith  adores. 


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All  ye  that  love  the  Lord  rejoice  Page  29  1 

Almighty  Ruler  of  the  skies  17 
Almighty  God,  appear  and  save 

Along  the  banks  where  Babel's  current  flows  265 

Amidst  thy  wrath  remember  love  72 

Among  th'  assemblies  of  the  great  153 

Among  the  princes,  earthly  gods  160 

And  will  the  God  of  grace  153 

Are  all  the  foes  of  Zion  fools  105 

Are  sinners  now  so  senseless  grown  25 

Arise,  my  gracious  God  SO 

Awake,   my  soul,  to  sound  his  praise  209 

Awake,  ye  saints  ;  to  praise  your  King  260 

Behold  the  lofty  sky  35 

Behold  the  love,  the  gen'rous  love  65 

Behold  the  morning  sun  36 

Behold  the  sure  foundation-stone  224 

Behold  thy  waiting  servant,  Lord  234 

Behold  us,  Lord,  and  let  our  cry  105 

Behold,  O  God,  what  cruel  foes  150 

Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne  187 

Bless,  O  my  soul,  the  living  God  192 

Blest  are  the  sons  of  peace  257 

Blest  are  the  souls  who  hear  and  know  164 

Blest  are  the  undefiTd  in  heart  227 

Blest  is  the  man,  for  ever  blest  58 

Blest  is  the  man  whose  breast  can  move  78 

Blest  is  the  man  who  shuns  the  place  3 

Blest  is  the  nation  where  the  Lord  60 

Children  in  years  or  knowledge  young  63 

Gome,  children,  learn  to  fear  the  Lord  65 

Come  let  our  voices  join  to  raise  1 80 

Come  sound  his  praise  abroad  179 

Consider  all  my  sorrows,  Lord  237 

David  rejoie'd  in  God  his  strength  41 

Deep  in  our  hearts  let  us  record  130 

Early,  my  God,  without  delay  114 

Exalt  the  Lord  our  God  186 

Far  as  thv  name  is  known  88 


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Father,  I  bless  thy  gentle  hand  page  24 1 

Father,  I  sing  thy  wond'rous  grace  129 

Firm  and  unmov'd  are  they  243 

Firm  was  my  health,  my  day  was  bright  55 

Fools  in  their  hearts  believe  and  sav  94 

For  ever  blessed  be  the  Lord  276 

For  ever  shall  my  song  record  162 

From  age  to  age  exalt  his  name  205 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies  222 

From  deep  distress  and  troubled  thoughts  254 

From  foes  that  round  us  rise  1  1 1 

Give  thanks  to  God,  he  reigns  above  204 

Give  thanks  to  God,  invoke  his  name  200 

Give  thanks  to  God  most  high  262 

Give  thanks  to  God  the  sov'reign  Lord  26 1 

Give  to  our  God  immortal  praise  2G4 

Giveto  the  Lord,  ye  sons  of  fame  "53 

God  in  his  earthly  temple  lay  s  1 50 

God  is  the  refuge  of  his  saints  85 

God  my  supporter  and  my  hope  I33 

God  of  eternal  love  203 

God  of  my  childhood  and  my  youth  134 

God  of  my  life,  look  gently  down  74 

God  of  my  mercy  and  my  praise  209 

Good  is  the  Lord,  the  heav'nly  King  12 1 

Great  God,  attend  while  Zion  sings°  I55 

Great  God,  attend  to  my  complaint  1 1 7 

Great  God,  how  oft  did  Israel  prove  149 
Great  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim               '      115 

Great  God,  the  heaven's  well  order'd  frame  38 

Great  God,  whose  universal  sway  I35 

Great  is  the  Lord,  exalted  high  '  259 

Great  is  the  Lord,  his  works  of  might  2 1 3 

Great  is  the  Lord  our  God  .      8y 

Great  Shepherd  of  thine  Israel  151 

Had  not  the  God  of  truth  and  love  247  , 

Happy  is  he  that  fears  the  Lord  2 1 5 

Happy  the  city  where  their  sols  277 

Happy  the  man  whose  cautious  feet  4 

Hear  me,  O  God,  r      ':       :.hy  face  189 

Hear  what  the  Lord  in  vision  ^aid  164 

Help,  Lord,  for  men  of  virtu-  tail  22 

He  reigns  ;  ti  e  J                           n  '■  re;s:ns  182 

He  that  hatli  ro.;.-  j71 

High  in  th    h                         .  .        ..  66 


TABLE  OF  FIRST  LINES.  297 
How  blest  the  man  to  whom  his  God                 Page  56 

How  awful  is  thy  chastening  rod  145 

How  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face  23 

How  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear  245 

How  fast  their  guilt  and  sorrows  rise  2  7 

How  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair  154 

How  pleasant  'tis  to  see  258 

How  pleas'd  and  blest  was  1  245 

How  shall  the  young  secure  their  hearts  229 

If  God  succeed  not,  all  the  cost  250 

If  God  to  build  a  house  deny  25 

I  lift  my  soul  to  God  49 

I'll  bless  the  Lord  from  day  to  day  64 

I'll  praise  my  Maker  with  mv  breath  281 

I'll  speak  the  honours  of  my  King  83 

I  love  the  Lord,  he  heard  my  cries  221 

In  all  my  vast  concerns  with  thee  270 

In  anger,  Lord,  do  not  chastise  1 2 

In  God's  own  house  pronounce  his  praise  292 

In  Judah  God  of  old  was  known  143 

In  haste,  O  God,  attend  my  call  132 

In  thee,  great  God,  with  songs  of  praise  40 

I  set  the  Lord  before  my  face  29 

Is  there  ambition  in  my  heart  254 

It  is  the  Lord  our  Saviour's  hand  191 

I  waited  patient  for  the  Lord  75 

I  will  extol  thee,  Lord,  on  high  54 

Jehovah  reigns  ;  he  dwells  in  light  175 

Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun  135 

Jesus,  our  Lord,  ascend  thy  throne  5 1 1 

Joy  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come  185 

Judge  me,  O  God,  and  plead  my  cause  80 

Judge  me,  O  Lord,  and  prove  my  ways  5  1 

Judges  who  rule  the  world  by  laws  1 10 

Just  are  thy  ways,  and  true  thy  word  33 

Let  all  the  earth  their  voices  raise  181 

Let  all  the  heathen  writers  join  232 

Let  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds  147 

Let  earth,  with  every  isle  and  sea  183 

Let  every  creature  join  239 

Let  every  tongue  thy  goodness  speak  279 

Let  God  arise  in  all  his  might  124 

Let  sinners  take  their  course  107 

Let  Zion  in  her  King  rejoice  80 

Let  Zion  and  her  sons  rejoice  190 


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Let  Zion  praise  the  mighty  God  Page  283 

Long  as  I  live  I'll  bless  thy  name  278 

Lord,.  I  am  thine ;  but  thou  wilt  prove  3 1 

Lord,  I  am  vile,  conceiv'd  in  sin  100 

Lord,  I  can  suffer  thy  rebukes  13 

Lord,  I  esteem  thy  judgments  right  23 1 

Lord,  if  thine  eyes  survey  our  faults  1 69 

Lord,  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice  233 

Lord,  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear  1 1 

Lord,  I  will  bless  thee  all  my  days  62 

Lord,  I  would  spread  my  sore  distress  102 

Lord  of  the  worlds  above  157 

Lord,  thou  hast  call'd  thy  grace  to  mind  159 

Lord,  thou  hast  heard  thy  servant  cry  224 

Lord,  thou  hast  scourg'd  our  guilty  land  1 12 
Lord,  thou  hast  search'd  and  seen  me  through        267 

Lord,  thou  hast  seen  my  soul  sincere  32 

Lord,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray  1 1 

Lord,  'tis  a  pleasant  thing  to  stand  134 

Lord,  we  have  heard  thy  works  of  old  80 

Lord,  what  a  feeble  piece  171 

Lord,  what  a  thoughtless  wretch  was  I  138 

Lord,  what  is  man,  poor  feeble  man  277 

Lord,  what  was  man  when  made  at  first  17 

Lord,  when  I  count  thy  mercies  o'er  272 

Lord,  when  thou  didst  ascend  on  high  125 

Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord  287 

Lo!  what  a  glorious  corner-stone  226 

Lo !  what  an  entertaining  sight  257 

Maker  and  sovereign  Lord  5 

Mercy  and  judgment  are  rny  song  187 

Mine  eyes  and  my  desire  50 

My  God,  accept  my  early  vows  273 

My  God,  consider  my  distress  236 

My  God,  how  many  are  my  fears                  ,  8 

My  God,  in  whom  are  all  the  springs  109 

My  God,  my  everlasting  hope  132 

My  God,  my  King,  thy  various  praise  277 

My  God,  permit  my  tongue  1 16 

My  God,  the  steps  of  pious  men  71 

My  God,  what  inward  grief  I  feel  270 

My  heart  rejoices  in  thy  name  56 

My  never-ceasing  song  shall  show  162 

My  refuge  is  the  God  of  love  21 

My  righteous  Judge,  my  gracious  God  275 


TABLE  OF  FIRST  LINES.  2  99 

My  Saviour  and  my  King  Page  82 

My  Saviour,  my  almighty  Friend  133 

My  Shepherd  is  the  living  Lord  45 

My  Shepherd  will  supply  my  need  46 

My  soul,  how  lovely  is  the  place  156 

My  soul  lies  cleaving  to  the  dust  239 

My  soul,  repeat  his  praise  195 

My  spirit  looks  to  God  alone  1  13 

My  soul,  thy  great  Creator  praise  196 

My  spirit  sinks  within  me,  Lord  79 

My  trust  is  in  my  heavenly  friend  14 

No  sleep  nor  slumber  to  his  eyes  256 

Not  to  our  names,  thou  only  just  and  true  219 

Not  to  ourselves,  who  are  but  dust  218 

Now  be  my  heart  inspir'd  to  sing  83 

Now  from  the  roaring  lion's  rage  43 

Now  I'm  convine'd  the  Lord  is  kind  136 

Now  let  our  lips  with  holy  fear  128 

Now  let  our  mournful  song  record  44 

Now  may  the  God  of  power  and  grace  39 

Now  shall  my  solemn  vows  be  paid  123 

O  all  ye  nations  praise  the  Lord  222 

0  blessed  souls  are  they  57 

Oh  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul  294 

Of  justice  and  of  grace  I  sing  188 

O  for  a  shout  of  sacred  joy  86 

O  God,  my  refuge,  hear  my  cries  106 

O  God  of  grace  and  righteousness  10 

O  God  of  mercy  hear  my  call  103 

O  God  of  my  salvation,  hear  161 

O  God,  to  whom  revenge  belongs  177 

O  happy  man,  whose  soul  is  filPd  243 

O  happy  nation  where  the  Lord  62 

O  how  I  love  thy  holy  law  250 

O  Lord,  how  many  are  my  foes  9 

O  Lord  our  heavenly  King  14 

O  Lord,  our  Lord,  how  wond'rous  great  16 

O  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways  235 

O  that  my  statutes  every  hour  258 

O  thou  that  hear'st  when  sinners  cry  401 

O  thou  whose  grace  and  justice  reign  246 

O  thou  whose  justice  reigns  on  high  108 

Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  past  168 

Out  of  the  deeps  of  long  distress  253 

O  what  a  stiff  rebellious  house  147 


300  TABLE  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

Praise  waits  in  Zion,  Lord,  for  thee  Page 

Praise  ye  the  Lord,  exalt  his  name 

Praise  ye  the  Lord,  my  heart  shall  join 

Praise  ye  the  Lord,  'tis  good  to  raise 

Preserve  me  Lord,  in  time  of  need 

Protect  us,  Lord,  from  fatal  harm 

Rejoice,  ye  righteous,  in  the  Lord 

Remember,  Lord,  our  mortal  state 

Return,  O  God  of  love,  return 

Salvation  is  for  ever  nigh 

Save  me,  O  God,  the  swelling  floods 

Save  me,  O  Lord,  from  every  foe 

See  what  a  living  stone 

Show  pity,  Lord  ;  O  Lord  forgive 

Shine,  mighty  God.  on  Zion  shine 

Sing  all  the  nations  to  the  Lord 

Sing  to  the  Lord  aloud 

Sing  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name 

Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  distant  lands 

Songs  of  immortal  praise  belong 

Soon  as  I  heard  my  Father  say 

Sure  there's  a  righteous  God 

Sweet  is  the  memory  of  thy  grace 

Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King 

Th'  Almighty  reigns  exalted  high 

Teach  me  the  measure  of  my  days 

That  man  is  blest  who  stands  in  awe 

The  earth  forever  is  the  Lord's 

Thee  will  I  love,  O  Lord,  my  strength 

The  God  Jehovah  reigns 

The  God  of  glory  sends  his  summons  forth 

The  God  of  our  salvation  hears 

The  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord 

The  King  of  saints,  how  fair  his  face 

The  Lord  appears  my  helper  now 

The  Lord,  how  wond'rous  are  his  ways 

The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns 

The  Lord  is  come  ;  the  heav'ns  proclaim 

The  Lord  my  shepherd  is 

The  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light 

The  Lord  of  glory  reigns,  he  reigns  on  high 

The  Lord,  the  Judge,  before  his  throne 

The  Lord,  the  Judo^e,  his  churches  warns 

The  Lord,  the  sov' reign  King 

The  Lord,  the  sov'reign,  sends  his  summons  forth    94 


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The  man  is  ever  blest                                        Page    ' 

The  praise  of  Zion  waits  for  thec  1 1 8 

The  wonders,  Lord,  thy  love  has  wrought  77 

Think,  mighty  God,  on  feeble  man  166 

This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made  22.5 

This  spacious  earth  is  all  the  Lord's  43 

Thou  art  my  portion,  ()  my  God  528 

Thou  God  of  love,  thou  ever  blest  241 

Through  every  age,  eternal  God  167 

Thrice  happy  man  who  fears  the  Lord  215 

Thus  I  resolv'd  before  the  Lord  73 

Thus  saith  the  Lord,  the  spacious  fields  92 

Thus  saith  the  Lord,  your  work  is  vain  76 

Thus  God,  the  eternal  Father,  spake  2  10 

Tims  the  great  Lord  of  earth  and  sea  2  1 1 

Thy  mercies  fill  the  earth,  O  Lord  233 

Thy  name,  almighty  Lord  223 

Thy  works  of  glory,  mighty  Lord  207 

'Tis  by  thy  strength  the  mountains  stand  1 2 1 

To  God  I  cried  with  mournful  voice  144 

To  God  I  made  my  sorrows  known  274 

To  God,  the  great,  the  ever  blest  1 02 

To  heaven  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes  243 

To  thee,  O  God  of  truth  and'love  55 

To  thee,  O  Lord,  I  raise  my  cries  53 

To  our  almighty  Maker  God  184 

To  thee  before  the  dawning  light  22$ 

To  thee,  most  high  and  holy  God  142 

To  thine  almighty  arm  we  owe  35 

'Twas  for  our  sake,  eternal  God  1 3 1 
[Twas  from  thy  hand  my  God,  I  came               .        269 

'Twas  in  the  watches  of  the  night  1 14 

Vain  man,  on  foolish  pleasures  bent  205 

Unshaken  as  the  sacred  hill  248 

Up  from  my  youth,  may  Israel  say  252 

Up  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes  212 

Upwards  I  lift  mine  eyes  2  44, 

We  bless  the  I,ord,  the  just,  the  good  126 

We  love  thee,  Lord,  and  we  adore  34, 

What  shall  I  render  to  my  God  221 

When  Christ  to  judgment  shall  descend  92 

When  God  is  nigh  my  faith  is  strong  23 

When  God,  provok'd  with  daring  crimes  208 

When  God  restor'd  our  captive  state  249 
When  God  reveal'd  his  gracious  name 


302  i  ABJL.JL.  ur  riiioi  l^iiM^a. 

When  Israel,  freed  from  Pharaoh's  hand       Page  U  18 

When  Israel  sir.n'd,  the  Lord  reprov'd  148 

When  I  with  pleasing  wonder  stand  272 

When  man  grows  bold  in  sin  G8 

When  overwhelm'd  with  grief  1 12 

When  pain  and  anguish  seize  me,  Lord  240 

When  the  great  Judge  supreme  and  just  19 

Where  shall  the  man  be  found  49 

"Where  shall  we  go  to  seek  and  find  255 

While  I  keep  silence  and  conceal  59 

While  men  grow  bold  in  wicked  ways  67 

Who  shall  ascend  thy  heavenly  place  26 

W ho  shall  inh abit  in  thy  hill  25 

Who  will  arise  and  plead  my  right  177 

WThy  did  the  Jews  proclaim  their  rage 

Why  did  the  nations  join  to  slay 

Why  should  the  mighty  make  their  boast 

Why  should  the  haughty  hero  boast  104 

Why  do  the  proud  insult  the  poor 

Why  do  the  wealthy  wicked  boast  70 

Why  doth  the  Lord  depart  so  far  20 

Why  doth  the  man  of  riches  grow 

Why  has  my  God  my  soul  forsook  42 

Why  should  I  vex  my  soul  and  fret  69 

Will  God  for  ever  cast  us  off 

With  all  my  powers  of  heart  and  tongue 

With  earnest  longings  of  the  mind 

With  my  whole  heart  I'll  raise  my  song  ^18 

With  my  whole  heart  I've  sought  thy  face 

With  reverence  let  the  saints  appear 

Writh  songs  and  honours  sounding  loud 

Would  you  behold  the  works  of  God 

Ye  holy  souls,  in  God  rejoice  61 

Ye  nations  round  the  earth  rejoice  *  »£ 

Ye  servants  of  th'  almighty  King  - l ° 

Ye  sons  of  men,  a  feeble  race  17* 

Ye  sons  of  pride,  that  hate  the  just  ^ 

Ye  that  delight  to  serve  the  Lord 

Ye  that  obey  th'  immortal  King  ^» 

Ye  tribes  of  Adam  join  ■       ~ 

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SPIRITUAL  SONGS, 


IN  THREE  BOOKS. 


I.    COLLECTED   FROM   THE   SCRIPTURES. 
JI.     COMPOSED   ON    DIVINE  SUBJECTS. 
III.     PREPARED  FOR   THE   LORD'S   SUPPER. 


BY  I.  WATTS,  D.D. 


Aid  they  sung  a  situ  Song,  saying,   Thou  art  worthy,   \zfc.fur  thoti 
wast  slain,  and  hast  redeemed  us,   Is'c. 

Rev.  v.  9. 

S<viti  essent  (i.e.  Christian))  convenire,    carmenque  Christo, 
quasi  Deo  dicere. 

Plinius  in  Epist. 


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BLACK,  J.  TIEBOUT,  M.  WARD  AND  CO.  S.  STEPHENS,  AND 
C.    DAVIS. 

P.  HEARD,  PRINTER. 


1802, 


HYMNS. 


BOOK  I. 


G0LLECTED  FROM  THE  HOLY  SCRIPTURES. 


HYMN  1.  Common  Metre. 
j   T3  EHOLD  the  glories  of  the  Lamb 
X3  Amidst  his  Father's  throne  ; 
Prepare  new  honours  for  his  name 
And  songs  before  unknown. 

2  Let  elders  worship  at  his  feet, 

The  church  adore  around, 
With  vials  full  of  odours  sweet, 
And  harps  of  sweeter  sound. 

3  Those  are  the  prayers  of  the  saints, 

And  these  the  hymns  they  raise  : 
Jesus  is  kind  to  our  complaints, 
He  loves  to  hear  our  praise. 

4  [Eternal  Father,  who  shall  look 

Into  thy  secret  will  ? 
Who  but  the  Son  shall  take  that  book, 
And  open  every  seal  ? 

5  He  shall  fulfil  thy  great  decrees, 

The  Son  deserves  it  well ; 
Lo  !  in  his  hand  the  sov'reign  keys 
Of  heav'n,  and  death,  and  hell  i] 

6  Now  to  the  Lamb,  that  once  was  slain, 

Be  endless  blessings  paid  ; 
Salvation,  glory,  joy  remain 
For  ever  on  thy  head. 

7  Thou  hast  redeemed  our  souls  with  blood, 

Hast  set  the  pris'ners  free, 


i  HYMN  III.  Bookj. 

Hast  made  us  kings  and  priests  to  God, 
And  we  shall  reign  with  thee. 
8  The  worlds  of  nature  and  of  grace 
Are  put  beneath  thy  power  ; 
Then  shorten  these  delaying  days, 
And  bring  the  promis'd  hour. 
HYMN  2.  Long  Metre. 

1  T?^E  the  blue   neav'ns  were  stretch'd 
JL-^From  everlasting  was  the  word;  [abroad 
With  God  he  was  ;  the  worpl  was  God, 
And  must  divinely  be  ador'd. 

2  By  his  own  power  all  things  were  made  ; 
By  him  supported,  all  things  stand  \ 

0  He  is  the  whole  creation's  head, 
And  angels  fly  at  his  command. 

3  Ere  sin  was  born,  or  Satan  fdl, 
He  led  the  host  of  morning  stars  \ 
(Thy  generation  who  can  tell, 

Or  count  the  number  of  thy  years?) 

4  But  1c,  he  leaves  those  heav'niy  forms  : 
The  word  descends  and  dwells  in  clay, 
That  he  may  converse  hold  with  worms, 
Dress'd  in  such  feeble  flesh  as  thev. 

5  Mortals  with  joy  beheld  his  face, 
Th*  eternal  Father's  only  Son  : 
How  full  of  truth,  how  full  of  grace, 
When  through  his  eyes  the  Godhead  shown ! 

6  Archangels  leave  their  high  abode, 
To  learn  new  myst'ries  here,  and  tell 
The  loves  of  our  descending  God,  ' 
The  glories  of  Immanuel. 

HYMNS.  Short  Metre. 

1  T> EHOLD,  the  grace  appears, 
13  The  promise  is  fulfUl'd; 


Book  I.  HYMN  V. 

Mary,  the  wond'rous  virgin,  bears, 
And  Jesus  is  the  child. 

2  [The  Lord,  the  highest  Gad, 

Calls  him  his  only  Son  ; 
He  bids  him  rule  the  lands  abroad, 
And  gives  him  David's  throne. 

3  O'er  Jacob  shall  he  reign 

With  a  peculiar  sway; 
The  nations  shall  his  grace  obtain, 
His  kingdom  ne'er  decay.] 

4  To  bring  the  glorious  news 

A  heav'nly  form  appears  ; 
lie  tells  the  shepherds  of  their  joys, 
And  banishes  their  fears. 

5  "  Go,  humble  swains,"  said  he, 

"  To  David's  city  fly  % 
((  The  promis'd  infant,  born  to-day, 
"  Doth  in  a  manger  lie. 

6  "  With  looks  and  hearts  serene, 

cc  Go  visit  Christ  your  Kii.o ;;" 
And  straight  a  flaming  troop  was  seen, 
The  shepherds  heard  them  sing, 

7  "  Glory  to  God  on  high  ! 

((  And  heav'nly  peace  on  earth, 
"  Good-will  to  men,  to  angels  joy, 
"  At  the  Redeemer's  birth  !"  * 

8  [In  worship  so  divine 

Let  saints  employ  their  tongues  -3 
With  the  celestial  hosts  we  join 
And  loud  repeat  their  songs : 

9  "  Glory  to  God  on  high, 

"  And  heav'nly  peace  on  earth, 
<f  Good-will  to  men,  to  angels  joy, 
"  At  our  Redeemer's  birth  !"] 
HYMN  4.  Referred  to  the  second  Psalm, 


6  HYMN  VI.  Book  I. 

HYMN  5.  Common  Metre. 

1  "XJAKED  as  from  the  earth  we  came, 
iy*    And  crept  to  life  at  first, 

We  to  the  earth  return  again, 
And  mingle  with  our  dust. 

2  The  dear  delights  we  here  enjoy,  ■ 

And  fondly  call  our  own, 
Are  but  short  favours  borrow'd  now 
To  be  repaid  anon. 

3  'Tis  God  that  lifts  our  comforts  high, 

Or  sinks  them  in  the  grave ; 
He  gives,  and  (blessed  be  his  name) 
He  takes  but  what  he  gave. 

4  Peace,  all  our  angry  passions  then, 

Let  each  rebellious  sigh 

Be  silent  at  his  sov'reign  will, 

And  every  murmur  die. 

5  If  smiling  mercy  crown  our  lives, 

Its  praises  shall  be  spread  ; 
And  we'll  adore  the  justice  too 
That  strikes  our  comforts  dead. 
HYMN  6.  Common  Metre. 

1  /^IREAT  God,  I  own  thy  sentence  just, 
VJ  And  nature  must  decay ; 

I  yield  my  body  to  the  dust, 
To  dwell  with  fellow-clay. 

2  Yet  faith  may  triumph  o'er  the  grave, 

And  trample  on  the  tombs ; 
My  Jesus,  my  Redeemer  lives, 
My  God,  my  Saviour  comes. 

3  The  mighty  conqu'ror  shall  appear 

High  on  a  royal  seat, 
And  death,  the  last  of  all  his  foes* 
Lie  vanquished  at  his  feet. 


Book  I.  HYMN  VII.  7 

4  Though  greedy  worms  devour  my  skin, 

And  gnaw  my  wasting  flesh, 
When  God  shall  build  my  bones  again, 
He  clothes  them  all  afresh  : 

5  Then  shall  I  sec  thy  lovely  face 

With  strong  immortal  eyes, 
And  feast  upon  thine  unknown  grace 
With  pleasure  and  surprise. 

HYMN  7.  Common  Metre. 

1  '       ET  every  mortal  ear  attend, 
A-rf  And  every  heart  rejoice  ; 
The  trumpet  of  the  gospel  sounds 

With  an  inviting  voice. 

2  Ho  !  all  ye  hungry  starving  souls 

That  feed  upon  the  wind, 

iina      i   uulli      Oil  k  Vv       •• ••     v.  i_  *„«...  .it       \.\J  ) iO 

To  fill  an  empty  mind  : 

3  Eternal  wisdom  has  prepar'd 

A  soul-reviving  feast, 
And  bid  your  longing  appetites 
The  rich  provision  taste. 

4  Ho !  ye  that  pant  for  living  streams, 

And  pine  away  and  die ; 
Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  thirst 
With  springs  that  never  dry. 

5  Rivers  of  love  and  mercy  here 

In  a  rich  ocean  join  ; 
Salvation  in  abundance  flows 
Like  floods  of  milk  and  wine. 

6  [Ye  perishing  and  naked  poor, 

Who  work  with  mighty  pain 
To  weave  a  garment  of  your  own, 
That  will  not  hide  vour  sin  : 


8  HYMN  VIII.  Book  I. 

7  Come  naked,  and  adorn  your  souls 

In  robes  prepar'd  by  God, 
Wrought  by  the  labours  of  his  Son, 
And  died  in  his  own  blood.] 

8  Dear  God  !  the  treasures  of  thy  love 

Are  everlasting  mines, 
Deep  as  our  helpless  mis'ries  are, 
And  boundless  as  our  sins ! 

9  The  happy  gates  of  gospel  grace 

Stand  open  night  and  day  ; 
Lord,  we  are  come  to  seek  supplies, 
And  drive  our  wants  away. 

HYMN  8.  Common  Metre. 
1  T  TOW  honourable  is  the  place 
XJL  Where  we  adoring  stand, 


And  beauty  of  the  land ! 

Bulwarks  of  mighty  grace  defend 

The  city  where  we  dwell ; 
The  walls,  of  strong  salvation  made, 

Defy  th'  assaults  of  hell. 
Lift  up  the  everlasting  gates, 

The  doors  wide  open  fling ; 
Enter,  ye  nations  that  obey 

The  statutes  of  our  king. 
Here  shall  you  taste  unmingied  joys, 

And  live  in  perfect  peace ; 
You  that  have  known  Jehovah's  name, 

And  ventur'd  on  his  grace. 
Trust  in  the  Lord,  for  ever  trust, 

And  banish  all  your  fears : 
Strength  in  the  Lord  Jehovah  dwells, 

Eternal  as  his  vears. 


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(i  What  though  the  rebels  dwell  on  high, 
His  arm  shall  bring  them  low  : 
Low  as  the  cav<  rns  oi  the  ;:;rave 
Their  lofty  heads  sli^ll  bow. 
7  On  Babylon  our  feet  shall  tread 
In  that  rejoicing  hour ; 
The  ruins  ot  her  walls  shall  spread 
A  pavement  for  the  poor. 

HYMN  9.  Common  Metre. 
;   TN  vain  we  lavish  out  our  lives 
JL  To  gather  empty  wind  ; 
The  choicest  blessings  earth  can  yield 
Will  starve  a  hungry  mind. 
2  Come,  and  the  Lord  shall  feed  our  souls 
With  more  substantial  meat ; 
With  such  as  saints  in  glory  love, 
With  such  as  angels  eat, 

"}  Our  Godwill  every  want  supply, 
And  fill  our  hearts  with  peace  ; 
He  gives  by  cov'nant  and  by  oath 
The  riches  of  his  grace. 

4  Come,  and  he'll  cleanse  our  spotted  souls, 

And  wash  away  our  stains, 

In  the  dear  fountain  that  his  Son 

Pour'd  from  his  dying  veins. 

5  [Our  guilt  shall  vanish  all  away, 

Though  black  as  hell  before ; 

Our  sin  shall  sink  beneath  the  sea, 

And  shall  be  found  no  more. 

6  And,  lest  pollution  should  o'erspread 

Our  inward  powers  age. in, 
His  spirit  shall  bedew  our  ^ouls 
Like  purif]  '    5  ..An.] 


*u  tit  mis  a.  Uook  I. 

7  Our  heart,  that  flinty  stubborn  thing, 

That  terrors  cannot  move, 
That  fears  no  threat'nings  of  his  wrath, 
Shall  be  dissolv'd  by  love. 

8  Or  he  can  take  the  flint  away 

That  would  not  be  refin'd, 
And  from  the  treasures  of  his  grace 

Bestow  a  softer  mind. 
.9  There  shall  his  sacred  spirit  dwell, 

And  deep  engrave  his  law ; 
And  every  motion  of  our  souls 

To  swift  obedience  draw. 
10  Thus  will  he  pour  salvation  down, 

And  we  shall  render  praise  ; 
We  the  dear  people  of  his  love, 

And  he  our  God  of  grace. 

HYMN  10.  Short  Metre. 

1  TLJOW  beauteous  are  their  ktt 
XL  Who  stand  on  Zion's  hill ! 
Who  bring  salvation  on  their  tongues, 

And  words  of  peace  reveal ! 

2  How  charming  is  their  voice  ! 

How  sweet  their  tidings  are ! 
*  Zion,  behold  thy  Saviour-King, 

"  He  reigns  and  triumphs  here." 
S  How  happy  are  cur  ears 

That  hear  this  joyful  sound, 
Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for 

And  sought,  but  never  found. 
4  How  blessed  are  our  eyes 

That  see  this  heav'nly  light ; 
Prophets  and  kings  desiVd  it  long, 

But  died  without  the  siffht! 


Book  I.  HYMN  XL  u 

5  The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 

And  tuneful  notes  employ, 
Jerusalem  breaks  forth  in  songs, 
And  deserts  learn  the  joy. 

6  The  Lord  makes  bare  his  arm 

Through  all  the  earth  abroad  ! 
Let  every  nation  now  behold 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God. 

HYMN  11.  Long  Metre. 

1  J    PIIKRE  was  an  hour  when  Christ  re- 

-A.    joie'd, 
And  spoke  his  joy  in  words  of  praise  • 
"lather   I  thank  thee,  mighty  God, 
^  Lord  of  the  earth,  and  heav'ns,  and  seas. 

2  11  i|hank  th-v  sov'r^'gn  power  and  love, 
^  lhat  crowns  my  doctrine  with  success, 

«  *ri      P*  f S  the  babes  in  knowledge  learn 
Ihe  heights,  and  breadths,  and  lengths 
or  grace. 

5  Cf  But  all  this  glory  lies  conceal'd 
u  Ti°m  men  of  Prudence  and  of  wit; 
w  I  he  prince  or  darkness  blinds  their  eves, 
And  their  own  pride  resists  the  light. 
i  "  Father,  'tis  thus,  because  thy  will1 
M  ™e  and  ordain'd  it  should  be  so  • 
«  ,lls,t1fty  flight  fabase  the  proud,  ' 

And  lay  the  haughty  scorner  low. 
«  There's  none  can  know  the  Father  ri-ht 
But  those  that  learn  it  from  the  Son?     ' 
^  A  or  can  the  Son  be  well  receiv'd 

But  where  the  Father  makes  him  known. 

u  5en  Jet  0ur  souIs  adore  our  God, 
Xnat  deals  his  graces  as  he  please; 


12  HYMN  XIII.  Book  I. 

"  Nor  gives  to  mortals  an  account, 
"  Or  of  his  actions.,  or  decrees." 
HYMN  12.  Common  Metre. 

1  TESUS,  the  man  of  constant  grief, 
J    A  mourner  all  his  days ; 

His  spirit  once  rejoic'd  aloud, 
i\.nd  turn'd  his  joy  to  praise. 

2  "  Father,  1  thank  thy  wond'rous  love, 

"  That  hath  reveal'd  thy  Son 
"  To  men  unlearned ;  and  to  babes 
C(  Has  made  thy  gospel  known. 

3  "  The  myst'ries  of  redeeming  grace 

"  Are  hidden  from  the  wise  : 
"  While  pride  and  carnal  reas'ningjoin 
"  To  swell  and  blind  their  eyes." 

4  Thus  doth  the  Lord  of  heaven  and  earth 

His  great  decrees  fulfil, 
And  orders  all  his  works  of  grace 
By  his  own  sov'reign  will. 
HYMN  13.  Long  Metre. 

1  *npHE  lands  that  long  in  darkness  lay, 

JL    Now  have  beheld  a  heav'nly  light; 
Nations  that  sat  in  death's  cold  shade, 
Are  blest  with  beams  divinely  bright. 

2  The  virgin's  promis'd  Son  is  born ; 
Behold  th'  expected  child  appear ! 
What  shall  his  names  or  titles  be  ? 

"  The  Wonderful,  the  Counsellor!" 

3  [This  infant  is  the  mighty  God, 
Come  to  be  suckled  and  ador'd ; 
Th'  eternal  Father,  Prince  of  Peace, 
The  Son  of  David  and  his  Lord.] 

4  The  government  of  earth  and  seas 
Upon  his  shoulders  shall  be  laid : 


1300k:  1.  HYMJN    XV.  13 

His  wide  dominions  shall  increase, 
And  honours  to  his  name  be  paid. 
5  Jesus,  the  holy  child  shall  sit 
High  on  his  father  David's  throne  ; 
Shall  crash  his  foes  beneath  his  feet, 
And  reign  to  ages  yet  unknown. 
HYMN  14.  Long  Metre. 

1  T^\7HO  shall  the  Lord's  elect  condemn? 

V  V     'Tis  God  that  justifies  their  souls ; 
And  mercy,  like  a  mighty  stream, 
O'er  all  their  sins  divinely  rolls. 

2  Who  shall  adjudge  the  saints  to  hell  ? 
'Tis  Christ  that  sufFer'dJn  their  stead  ; 
And  the  salvation  to  fulfil, 

Behold  him  rising  from  the  dead ! 

3  Ke  lives  !  he  lives,  and  sits  above, 
For  ever  interceding  there  : 
AVho  shall  divide  us  from  his  love  ! 
Or  what  should  tempt  us  to  despair  ? 

4  Shall  persecution  or  distress, 
Famine,  or  sword,  or  nakedness  ? 

He  that  hath  lov'd  us  bears  us  through, 
And  makes  us  more  than  conqu'rors  too. 

5  Faith  hath  an  overcoming  power, 
It  triumphs  in  the  dying  hour  : 
Christ  is  our  life,  our  joy,  our  hope  ; 
Nor  can  we  sink  with  such  a  prop. 

6  Not  all  that  men  on  earth  can  do, 

Nor  powers  on  high,  nor  powers  below, 
Shall  cause  his  mercy  to  remove, 
Or  wean  our  hearts  from  Christ  our  love. 
HYMN  15.  Long  Metre. 
1  ET  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  say, 

JLrf  M  Strength  shall  be  equal  to  thy  clay ;" 


1*  HYMN  XVI.  BookL 

Then  I  rejoice  in  deep  distress, 

Leaning  on  all-sufficient  grace. 
2  I^glory  in  infirmity, 

1  hat  Christ's  own  power  may  rest  on  me  ; 

When  I  am  weak,  then  am  I  strong, 

Grace  is  my  shield,  and  Christ  my  song. 
5  I  can  do  all  things,  or  can  bear 

All  sufferings, -if  my  Lord  be  there; 
.    Sweet  pleasures  mingle  with  the  pains, 

While  his  left  hand  my  head  sustains. 

4  But  if  the  Lord  be  once  withdrawn, 
And  we  attempt  the  work  alone, 
When  new  temptations  spring  and  rise, 
We  find  how  great  our  weakness  is. 

5  So  Sampson,  when  his  hair  was  lost, 
Met  the  Philistines  to  his  cost, 
Shook  his  vain  limbs  with  sad  surprise, 
Made  feeble  fight,  and  lost  his  eyes, 

HYMN  16.   Common  Metre. 

1  TTOSANNA  to  the  royal  Son 
XX  Of  David's  ancient  line  i 
His  natures  two,  his  person  one, 

Mysterious  and  divine. 

2  The  root  of  David  here  we  find, 

And  offspring  is  the  same ; 
Eternity  and  time  are  join !d 
In  our  Immanuel's  name. 

3  Bless'd  he  that  comes  to  wretched  men 

With  peaceful  news  from  heav'n  ! 
Hosannas.  of  the  highest  strain 
To  Christ  the  Lord  be  given  ! 

4  Let  mortals  ne'er  refuse  to  take 

Th'  hosanna  on  their  tongues, 
Lest  rocks  and  stones  should  rise  and  break 
Their  silence  into  song-s. 


Book  I.  HYMN  XIX.  15 

HYMN  17.  Common  Metre. 
-1   /^\  FOR  an  overcoming  faith 

V-/  To  cheer  my  dying  hours, 

To  triumph  o'er  the  monster,  Death, 

And  all  his  frightful  powers ! 
2  Joyful,  with  all  the  strength  I  have, 

Mv  quiv'ring  lips  should  sing, 
"  Where  is  thy  boasted  vict'ry,  grave  ? 

"  And  where  the  monster's  sting  r" 

*3   If  sin  be  pardon'd,  I'm  secure; 
Death  hath  no  sting  beside; 
The  law  gives  sin  its  damning  power; 
But  Christ,  my  ransom,  died. 

4  Now  to  the  God  of  victory 
Immortal  thanks  be  paid, 
Who  makes  us  conqu'rors  while  wc  die, 
Through  Christ  our  living  head. 

HYMN  18.   Common  Metre. 

1  TTEAR  what  the  voice  from  heaven  pro- 
A  A  For  all  the  pious  dead  !  [claims 
Sweet  is  the  savour  of  their  names, 

And  soft  their  sleeping  bed. 

2  They  die  in  Jesus,  and  are  bless'd  ; 

How  kind  their  slumbers  are  ! 
From  suff'riligs  and  from  sins  releaYd, 
And  freed  from  every  snare. 

3  Far  from  this  world  of  toil  and  strife, 

They're  present  with  the  Lord  ; 
The  labours  of  their  mortal  life 
End  in  a  large  reward. 

HYMN  19.  Common  Metre. 
1  ORD,  at  thy  temple  we  appear* 

■A-*  As  happy  Simeon  came, 

9r5 


16  HYMN  XX.  Book  I. 

And  hope  to  meet  our  Saviour  here; 
O  make  our  joys  the  same  ! 

2  With  what  divine  and  vast  delight 

The  good  old  man  was  fiU'd, 
When  fondly  in  his  withered  arms 
He  clasp'd  the  holy  child  i 

3  "  Now  I  can  leave  this  world/'  he  cried 

"  Behold  thy  servant  dies; 
"  I've  seen  thy  great  salvation,  Lord, 
"  And  close  my  peaceful  eyes. 

4  "  This  is  the  light  prepar'd  to  shine 

"  Upon  the  Gentile  lands; 
"  Thine  IsraTs  glory  and  their  hope, 
"  To  break  their  slavish  bands. " 

5  [Jesus !  the  vision  of  thy  face 

Hath  overpowering  charms  ! 
Scarce  shall  I  feel  death's  cold  embrace, 
If  Christ  be  in  my  arms. 

£  Then,  whileyehearmyheart-stringsbreak, 
How  sweet  my  minutes  roll ! 
A  mortal  paleness  on  my  cheek, 
And  glory  in  my  soul.] 
HYMN  20.  Common  Metre. 

1  A  WAKE  my  heart,  arise  my  tongue, 
jTIl  Prepare  a  tuneful  voice, 

In  God,  the  life  of  all  my  joys, 
Aloud  will  I  rejoice. 

2  Tis  he  adorn'd  my  naked  soul, 

And  made  salvation  mine ; 
Upon  a  poor  polluted  worm 
He  makes  his  graces  shine. 

3  And  lest  the  shadow  of  a  spot 

Should  on  my  soul  be  found, 


Book  I.  HYMN  xxr.  17 

He  took  the  robe  the  Saviour  wrought. 
And  cast  it  all  around. 

4  How  far  the  heav'nly  robe  exceeds 

What  earthly  princes  wear  ! 
These  ornaments,  how  bright  they  shine  ! 
How  white  the  garments  are  ! 

5  The  Spirit  wrought  my  faith  and  love, 

And  hope,  and  every  grace ; 
But  Jesus  spent  his  life  to  work 
The  robe  of  righteousness. 

6  Strangely,  my  soul,  art  thou  array'd 

By  the  great  sacred  Three! 
In  sweetest  harmony  of  praise 
Let  all  thy  powers  agree. 

HYMN  21.  Common  Metre. 

-  1  O,  what  a  glorious  sight  appears, 

JL— d  To  our  believing  eyes  ! 
The  earth  and  seas  are  pass'd  away, 
And  the  old  rolling  skies  : 

2  From  the  third  heav'n*  where  .God  resides, 

That  holy,  happy  place, 
The  new  Jerusalem  comes  down,, 
Adorn'd  with  shining  grace. 

3  Attending  angels  shout  for  joy, 

And  the  bright  armies  sing:, 
"  Mortals,  behold  the  sacred  seat 
"  Of  our  descending  King  ! 

4  "  The  God  of  glory  down  to  men 

"  Removes  his  blest  abode; 
"  Men,  the  dear  objects  of  his  grace, 
"  And  he  the  loving  God. 

5  "  His  own  soft  hand  shall  wipe  the  tears 

"  From  every  weeping  eye : 


18  HYMN  XXV.  Book  I. 

"  And  pains,  and  groans,  and  griefs,  and 
"  And  death  itself  shall  die."        [fears, 
6  How  long,  dear  Saviour,  O  how  long 
Shall  this  bright  hour  delay  ? 
Flv  swiftlv  round,  ye  wheels  of  time, 
And  bring  the  welcome  dav. 
HYMN  22  and  23.  Be/erred  to  the  125th 
Psalm. 
HYMN  24.  Long  Metre. 

1  TN  vain  the  wealthy  mortals  toil, 

JL  And  heap  their  shining  dust  in  vain ; 
Look  down  and  scorn  the  humble  poor, 
And  boast  their  lofty  hills  of  gain. 

2  Their  golden  cordials  cannot  ease 
Their  painted  hearts,  or  aching  heads'; 
Nor  fright,  nor  bribe  approaching  death, 
From  elitt'ring;  roofs  and  downy  beds. 

3  The  Hne'rinff,  the  unwilling  soul 
The  dismal  summons  must  coey, 
And  bid  a  long,  a  sac  farewell 
To  the  pale  lump  of  lifeless- clay, 

4  Thence  they  are  huddled  to  the  grave, 
Where  kings  and  slaves  have  equal  thrones  $ 
Their  bones  without  distinction  lie 
Among  the  heap  of  meaner  bones. 

The  rest  referred  to  the  49th  Psalm. 
HYMN  25.  Long  Metre. 

1  A   LL  mortal  vanities  be  gone, 

jt\  Nor  tempt  my  eyes,  nor  tire  my  ears ; 
Behold  amidst  th*  eternal  throne 
A  vision  of  the  Lamb  appears. 

2  [Glory  his  fleecy  robe  adorns, 
Marked  with  the  bloody  death  he  bore  ; 
Sev'n  are  his  eyes,  and  sev'n  his  horns, 
To  speak  his  wisdom  and  his  power. 


iJOOk.l.  111MJN    AAV  I.  19 

3  Lo,  he  receives  a  sealed  book 
From  him  that  sits  upon  the  throne  ; 
Jesus,  my  Lord,  prevails  to  look 

On  dark  decrees  and  things  unknown.] 

4  All  the  assembling  saints  around 
Fall  worshipping  before  the  Lamb, 
And  in  new  songs  of  gospel  sound 
Address  their  honours  to  his  name. 

5  [The  joy,  the  shout,  the  harmony, 
Flies  o'er  the  everlasting  hills ; 

"  Worthy  art  thou  alone,"  they  cry, 

"  To  read  the  book,  to  loose  the  seals. "] 

6  Our  voices  join  the  heav'nly  strain, 
And  with  transporting  pleasure  sing, 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain5 
"  To  be  our  teacher  and  our  king  !" 

7  His  words  of  prophecy  reveal 
Eternal  counsels,  deep  designs  ; 
His  grace  and  vengeance  shall  fulfil 
The  peaceful  and  the  dreadful  lines. 

8  Thou  hast  redeem'd  our  souls  from  hell 
With  thine  invaluable  blood ; 

And  wretches  that  did  once  rebel, 
Are  now  made  fav'rites  of  their  God. 

9  Worthy  for  ever  is  the  Lord, 

That  died  for  treasons  not  his  own, 

By  every  tongue  to  be  ador'd, 

And  dwell  upon  his  Father's  throne  ! 

HYMN  26.  Common  Metre. 
1  T3LESST)  be  the  everlasting  God, 
JL3  The  father  of  our  Lord  ; 
Be  his  abounding  mercv  prais'd. 
His  majesty  ador'd, 


SO  HYMN  XXVII.         Book  I. 

2  When  from  the  dead  he  rais'd  his  Son, 

And  call'd  him  to  the  sky, 
He  gave  our  souls  a  lively  hope, 
That  they  should  never  die. 

3  What  though  our  inbred  sins  require 

^  Our  flesh  to  see  the  dust, 
Yet  as  the  Lord  our  Saviour  rose, 
So  all  his  followers  must. 

4  There's  an  inheritance  divine, 

Reserv'd  against  that  day; 
Tis  uncorrupted,  undenTd,fc 
And  cannot  fade  away. 
3  Saints  by  the  power  of  God  are  kept, 
Till  the  salvation  come; 
We  walk  by  faith  as  strangers  here, 
Till  Christ  shall  call  us  home. 

HYMN  27.  Common  Metre. 

1  [  T^EATH  may  dissolve  my  body  now, 

JLJ  And  bear  my  spirit  home  : 
Why  do  my  minutes  move  so  slow, 
Nor  my  salvation  come  ? 

2  With  heav'nly  weapons  I  have  fought 

The  battles  of  the  Lord, 
Finish'd  my  course,  and  kept  the  faith, 
And  wait  the  sure  reward.] 

3  God  has  laid  up  in  heav'n  for  me 

A  crown  which  cannot  fade  ; 
The  righteous  Judge,  at  that  great  day, 
Shall  place  it  on  my  head. 

4  Nor  hath  the  King  of  Grace  decreed 

This  prize  for  me  alone ; 
But  all  that  love,  and  long  to  see 
Th'  appearance  of  his  Son* 


Book  I.         HYMN  XXVIII.  21 

5  Jesus,  the  Lord,  shall  guard  me  safe 

From  every  ill  design ; 
And  to  his  heav'nly  kingdom  take 
This  feeble  soul  of  mine. 

6  God  is  my  everlasting  aid, 

And  hell  shall  rage  in  vain  j 

To  him  be  highest  glory  paid, 

And  endless  praise — Amen. 

HYMN  28.  Common  Metre. 

1  TI7HAT  mighty  man,  or  mighty  God, 

V  V     Comes  travelling  in  state 
Along  the  Idumean  road, 
Away  from  Bozrah's  gate. 

2  The  glory  of  his  robes  proclaim 

'Tis  some  victorious  king: 
"  Tis  I,  the  Just,  the  Almighty  One, 
"  That  your  salvation  bring." 

3  Why,  mighty  Lord,  thy  saints  inquire, 

Why  thine  appcrel's  red  ; 
And  all  thy  vesture  stain'd  like  those 
Who  in  the  wine-press  tread  ? 

4  "  I  by  myself  have  trod  the  press, 

"  And  crush 'd  my  foes  alone  ; 
"  My  wrath  hath  struck  the  rebels  dead, 
"  My  fury  stamp'd  them  down. 

5  "  'Tis  Edom's  blood  that  dyes  my  robes 

"  With  joyful  scarlet  stains ; 
"  The  triumph  that  my  raiment  wears 
"  Sprung  from  my  bleeding  veins. 

6  "  Thus  shall  the  nations  be  destroyed 

"  That  dare  insult  my  saints : 
"  I  have  an  arm  tJ  avenge  their  wrongs 
"  An  ear  for  their  complaints." 


W  HYMN  XXX.  Book  I. 

HYMN  29.  Common  Metre. 

1  f  J  LIFT  my  banner,"  saith  the  Lord, 

A  "  Where  antichrist  hath  stood  ;    » 
"  The  city  of  mv  gospel  foes 
"  Shall  be  a  field  of  blood. 

2  "  My  heart  hath  studied  just  revenue, 

((  And  now  the  day  appears, 
"  The  day  of  my  redeem'd  is  come, 
"  To  wipe,  away  their  tears. 

3  "  Quite  weary  has  my  patience  grown, 

sf  And  bids  my  fury  go : 
((  Swift  as  the  lightning  it  shall  move, 
"  And  be  as  fatal  too." 

4  "  I  call  for  helpers,  but  in. vain; 

"  Then  has  my  gospel  none  ? 
<c  Well,  mine  own  arm  has  might  enough 
"  To  crush  my  foes  alone. 

5  "  Slaughter,  and  my  devouring  sword, 

"  Shall  walk  the  streets  around  : 
fc  Babel  shall  reel  beneath  my  stroke, 
"  And  stagger  to  the  ground.'* 

6  Thy  honours,  O  victorious  King  ! 

^Thine  own  right  hand  shall  raise, 
While  we  thine  awful  vengeance  sing, 
And  our  Deliv'rer  praise. 

HYMN  30.  Long  Metre. 

1  TN  thine  own  ways,  O  God  of  love, 
A  We  wait  the  visits  of  thy  grace ; 
Our  souls'  desire  is  to  thy  name, 
And  the  remembrance 'of  thy  face. 

2  My  thoughts  are  searching,  Lord,  for  thee 
'Mongst  the  black  shades  of  lonesome  night; 
My  earnest  cries  salute  the  skies 

Before  the  dawn  restores  the  light. 


Book  I.  HYMN  XXXII.  a^ 

§   Look  how  rebellious  men  deride 
The  tender  patience  of  my  God  ; 
But  they  shall  see  thy  lifted  hand, 
And  tccl  the  scourges  of  thy  rod. 

4  Hark  !  the  Eternal  rends  the  sky, 
A  mighty  voice  before  him  goes, 
A  voice  of  music  to  his  friends, 
But  threat'ning  thunder  to  his  foes. 

5  Come,  children,  to  your  Father's  arms, 
Hide  in  the  chambers  of  my  grace, 
Till  the  fierce  storms  be  overblown, 
And  my  revenging  fury  cease. 

6  My  sword  shall  boast  its  thousands  slain, 
And  drink  the  blood  of  haughty  kings, 
While  heavenly  peace  around  my  flock 
Stretches  its  soft  and  shady  wings. 
HYMN  31.  Referred  to  the  first  Psalm. 

HYMN  32.  Common  Metre. 

1  TT THENCE  do  our  mournful  thoughts 

V  V  And  where's  our  courage  fled  ?  [arise? 
Has  restless  sin  and  raging  hell 
Struck  all  our  comforts  dead  ? 

2  Have  we  forgot  th'  almighty  name 

That  form'd  the  earth  and  sea  ? 
And  can  an  all-creating  arm 
Grow  weary  or  decay? 

3  Treasures  of  everlasting  might 

In  our  Jehovah  dwell : 
He  gives  the  conquest  to  the  weak, 
And  treads  their  foes  to  hell. 

4  Mere  mortal  power  shall  fade  and  die, 

And  youthful  vigour  cease  ; 
But  we  that  wait  upon  the  Lord, 
Shall  feel  our  strength  increase. 

2   D 


S4  HYMN  XXXIX.        Book  I, 

5  The  saints  shall  mount  on  eagles'  wings, 
And  taste  the  promis'd  bliss, 
Till  their  unwearied  feet  arrive 
Where  perfect  pleasure  is. 
HYMN  33,  34,  35,  36,  37,  33.  Referred  A 
Psalm  67,  73,  84,  90,  131,  and  134. 
HYMN  39.  Common  Metre. 

1  TVTO^r  shall  my  inward  joys  arise, 
1/N    And  burst  into  a  song; 
Almighty  love  inspires  my  heart, 

And  pleasure  tunes  my  tongue. 

2  God  on  his  thirsty  Sion-hill 

Some  mercy-drops  has  thrown, 
And  solemn  oaths  have  bound  his  love 

To  shower  salvation  down. 
S  AVhy  do  we  then  indulge  our  fears, 

Suspicions  and  complaints  r 
Is  he  a  God,  and  shall  his  grace 

Grow  weary  of  riis  saints  ? 

4  Can  a  kind  woman  e'er  forget  f 

The  infant  of  her  womb, 
And  'mongst  a  thousand  tender  thoughts 
Her  suckling  have  no  room  ? 

5  "  Yet,"  saith  the  Lord,  "  should  nature 

"  And  mothers  monsters  prove,  [change, 
"  Sion  still  dwells  upon  the  heart 


"  Of  everlasting  love. 


Deep  on  the  palms  of  both  my  hands 
"  I  have  engrav'd  her  name  : 
My  hands  shall  raise  her  ruin'd  walls, 
u  And  build  her  broken  frame. " 
HYMN  40.  Long  Metre. 

WHAT  happy  men  or  angels  these, 
"  That  all  their  robes  are  spotless 
white  ? 


Book  I.  HYMN  XLI.  25 

"  Whence  did  this  glorious  troop  arrive  : 
"  At  the  pure  realms  of  heavenly  light." 
2   From  tort'ring  racks,  and  burning  fires, 
And  seas  of  their  own  blood,  they  came 
But  nobler  blood  has  wash'd  their  robes, 
Flowing  from  Christ  the  dying  Lamb. 
5   Now  they  approach  th'  almighty  throne, 
With  loud  hosannas  night  and  day, 
Sweet  anthems  to  the  great  Three-One, 
Measure  their  bless'd  eternity. 

4  No  more  shall  hunger  pain  their  souls; 

He  bids  their  parching  thirst  be  gone, 
And  spreads  the  shadow  of  his  wings, 
To  screen  them  from  the  scorching  sun, 

5  The  Lamb  that  fills  the  middle  throne, 

Shall  shed  around  his  milder  beams  ; 
There  shall  they  feast  on  his  rich  love, 
And  drink  full  joys  from  living  streams. 

6  Thus  shall  their  mighty  bliss  renew 

Through  the  vast  round  of  endless  vears; 
And  the  soft  hand  of  sov'reign  grace, 
Heals  all  their  wounds,  and  wipe  their 
tears. 

HYMN  41 .  Common  Metre. 
"  1   "  f  I  ^HESE  glorious  minds  how  bright 
JL       they  shine, 
"  Whence  all  their  white  array? 
"  How  came  they  to  the  happy  seats 
"  Of  everlasting  day  ?" 

2  From  tort'ring  pains  to  endless  joys 
On  fiery  wheels  they  rode, 
And  strangely  wash'd  their  raiment  white 
In  Jesu's  dying  blood. 


26  HYMN  XLII.         Book  I* 

3  Now  they  approach  a  spotless  God, 

And  bow  before  his  throne ; 
Their  warbling  harps  and  sacred  songs 
Adore  the  Holy  One. 

4  The  unveil'd  glories  of  his  face 

Amongst  his  saints  reside, 
While  the  rich  treasure  of  his  grace 
Sees  all  their  wants  supply'd. 

5  Tormenting  thirst  shall  leave  their  souls, 

And  hunger  flee  as  fast: 
The  fruit  of  life's  immortal  tree 
Shall  be  their  sweet  repast. 

6  The  Lamb  shall  lead  his  heav'nly  flock 

Where  living  fountains  rise, 
And  love  divine  shall  wipe  away 
The  sorrows  of  their  eyes. 

HYMN  42.     Common  Metre. 

1  A   DORE  and  tremble,  for  our  God 
i\  Is  a  consuming  fire,* 

His  jealous  eyes  his  wrath  inflame, 
And  raise  his  vengeance  higher. 

2  Almighty  vengeance,  how  it  burns  ! 

How  bright  his  fury  glows! 
Vast  magazines  of  plagues  and  storms 
Lie  treasur'd  for  his  foes. 

3  Those  heaps  of  wrath,  by  slow  degrees, 

Are  forc'd  into  a  flame, 
But  kindled,  oh  !  how  fierce  they  blaze  ! 
And  rend  all  nature's  frame. 

4  At  his  approach  the  mountains  flee, 

And  seek  a  wat'ry  grave  : 
The  frighted  sea  makes  haste  away, 
And  shrinks  up  every  wave. 

*  Hebrews  x'n.  29. 


Book  I.  HYMN  XLV.  27 

5  Through  the  wild  air  the  weighty  rocks 

Are  swift  as  hale-stones  hurld; 
Who  dares  engage  his  fiery  rage, 
That  shakes  the  solid  world? 

6  Yet,  mighty  God !  thy  sov'reign  grace 

Sits  regent  on  the  throne, 
The  refuge  of  thy  chosen  race 

When  wrath  comes  rushing  down. 

7  Thy  hand  shall  on  rebellious  kings 

A  fiery  tempest  pour, 
While  we,  beneath  thy  shelt 'ring  wings, 
'  Thy  just  revenge  adore. 

HYMN  43.  Referred  to  the  100/A  Psalm. 
HYMN  44.  Referred  to  the  VMd  Psalm. 
HYMN  45.  Common  Metre. 
.  1    QEE  where  the  great  incarnate  God 
»^  Fills  a  magestic  throne  5 
While  from  the  skies  his  awful  voice 
Bears  the  last  judgment  down. 

2  ["  lam  the  first,  and  I  the  last, 

"  Though  endless  years  the  same: 
"  J  AM  is  my  memorial  still, 
"  And  my  eternal  name. 

3  (<  Such  favours  as  a  God  can  give, 

"  My  royal  grace  bestows ; 
"  Ye  thirsty  souls,  come  taste  the  streams 
"  Where  life  and  pleasure  flows.] 

4  ["  The  saint  that  triumphs  o'er  his  sins, 

"  I'll  own  him  for  a  son  ; 
"  The  whole  creation  shall  reward 
"  The  conquests  he  has  won. 

5  "  But.  bloody  hands,  and  hearts  unclean, 

"  And  all"  the  lying  race, 

2d2 


♦8  HYMN  XLVIII.         Book  I. 

"  The  faithless  and  the  scoffing  crew, 
"  That  spurn  at  ofTer'd  grace  ; 

6  "  They  shall  be  taken  from  my  sight, 

"  Bound  fast  in  iron  chains, 
"  And  headlong  plung'd  into  the  lake 
"  Where  fire  and  darkness  reigns."] 

7  O  may  I  stand  before  the  Lamb, 

When  earth  and  seas  are  fled  ! 
And  hear  the  Judge  pronounce  my  name 
With  blessings  on  my  head  ! 

8  May  I  with  those  for  ever  dwell, 

Who  here  were  my  delight, 
While  sinners,  banish'd  down  to  hell,    . 
No  more  offend  my  sight. 

HYMN  46  and  47.  Referred  to  Psalm 
3,  and  Psalm  148. 

HYMN  48.  Long  Metre. 
1     A  WAKE  our  souls  (away  our  fears 
JTjL  Let  every  trembling  thought  begone) 
Awake  and  run  the  heav'nly  race, 
And  put  a  cheerful  courage  on. 

§  True,  'tis  a  straight  and  thorny  road, 
And  mortal  spirits  tire  and  faint  -> 
But  the.y  forget  the  mighty  God, 

That  feeds  the  strength  of  every  saint. 

3  The  mighty  God  whose  matchless  power 

Is  ever  new  and  evej  young, 
And  firm  endures,  while  endless  years 
Their  everlasting  circles  run. 

4  From  thee,  the  overflowing  spring, 

Our  souls  shall  drink  a  fresh  supply ; 
While  such  as  trust  their  native  strength 
Shall  melt  away,  and  droop,  and  die. 


Book!.  HYMN  L.  23 

5  Swift  as  an  eagle  cuts  the  a'r, 

We'll  mount  aloft  to  thine  abode: 
On  wings  of  love  our  souls  fchall  flv, 

Nor  tire  amidbt  the  heav'nly  road. 
HYMN  1!>.  Common  Metre. 

1  T  TOW  strong  thin^arm  is,  mighty  God  ! 
A  A   Who  would  not  tear  thy  name  ! 
Jesus,  how  sweet  thy  graces  are  ! 

Who  would  not  love  the  Lambf 

2  lie  has  done  more  than  Moses  did, 

Our  Prophet  and  our  King  : 
From  bonds  of  hell  he  freed  our  souls, 
And  taught  our  lips  to  sing. 
"3  In  the  Red  Sea,  by  Moses'  hand, 
TV  Egyptian  host  was  drown 'd  : 
But  his  own  blood  hides  all  our  sins, 
And  guilt  no  more  is  found. 

4  When  through  the  desert  Israel  went, 

With  manna  they  were  fed  : 
Our  Lord  invites  us  to  his  flesh, 
And  calls  it  living  bread. 

5  Moses  beheld  the  promis'd  land, 

Yet  never  reach 'd  the  place  \ 
But  Christ  shall  bring  his  followers  home, 
To  see  his  fathers  face. 
€  Then  will  our  love  and  joy  be  full, 
And  teel  a  warmer  flame, 
And  sweeter  voices  tune  the  son°- 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb. 
HYMN  50.  Common  Metre. 

1   "\T°^r  be  the  G°d  of  Isral  bless'd, 
l^i    Who  makes  his  truth  appear; 
His  mighty  hand  fulfils  his  word, 
And  all  the  oaths  he  sware. 


30  HYMN  LI.  Book  I. 

2  Now  he  bedews  old  David's  root 

With  blessings  from  the  skies : 
He  makes  the  branch  of  promise  grow, 
The  promis'd  horn  arise. 

3  [John  was  the  prophet  of  the  Lord, 

To  go  before  his  face  ; 
The  herald  which  our  Saviour  God 
Sent  to  prepare  his  ways. 

4  He  makes  the  great  salvation  known, 

He  speaks  of  pa*rdon'd  sins ; 
While  grace  divine,  and  heav'nly  love, 
In  its  own  glory  shines. 

5  "  Behold  the  Lamb  of  God,"  he  cries, 

"  That  takes  our  guilt  away : 
"  I  saw  the  spirit  o'er  his  head 
-     "  On  his  baptizing-day.] 

6  "  Be  every  vale  exalted  high, 

"  Sink  every  mountain  low ; 
"  The  proud  must  stoop,  and  humble  souls 
"  Shall  his  salvation  know. 

7  "  The  heathen  realms,  with  Israel's  land, 

"  Shall  join  in  sweet  accord  ; 
"  And  all  that's  born  of  man  shall  see 
"  The  glory  of  the  Lord. 

8  Behold  the  Morning  Star  arise, 

"  Ye  that  in  darkness  sit ; 
«  He  marks  the  path  that  leads  to  peace, 
"  And  guides  our  doubtful  feet." 

HYMN  51.  Short  Metre, 
1  HPO  God  the  only  wise, 

JL    Our  Saviour  and  our  King, 
Let  all  the  saints  below  the  skies 
'     Their  humble  praises  bring. 


Book  I.  HYMN  LII.  31 

2  Tis  his  almighty  love, 

His  counsel  and  his  care, 
Preserves  us  safe  from  sin  and  death, 
And  every  hurtful  snare. 

3  He  will  present  our  souls 

Unblemish'd  and  complete, 
Before  the  glory  of  his  face, 
With  joys  divinely  great. 

4  Then  all  the  chosen  seed 

Shall  meet  around  his  throne. 
Shall  bless  the  conduct  of  his  grace, 
And  make  his  wonders  known. 

5  To  our  Redeemer  God 

Wisdom  and  power  belongs, 
Immortal  crowns  of  majesty, 
And  everlasting  songs. 

HYMN  52.  Long  Metre. 

1  VT^W AS  the  commission  of  our  Lord, 

X   "  Go  teach  the  nations  and  baptize." 
The  nations  have  receiv'd  the  word 
Since  he  ascended  to  the  skies. 

2  He  sits  upon  the  eternal  hills, 

With  grace  and  pardon  in  his  hands, 
And  sends  his  cov'nant  with  the  seals, 
To  bless  the  distant  Christian  lands. 

3  "  Repent,  and  be  baptiz'd,"  he  saith, 

"  For  the  remission  of  your  sins  ;" 
And  thus  our  sense  assists  cur  faith, 
And  shows  us  what  his  gospel  means. 

4  Our  souls  he  washes  in  his  blood, 

As  water  makes  the  body  clean  ; 
And  the  good  Spirit  from  our  God 
Descends  like  purifying  rain. 


32  HYMN  LIV.  Book  I. 

5  Thus  we  engage  ourselves  to  thee, 

And  seal  our  cov'nant  with  the  Lord ; 
O  may  the  great  eternal  Three 

In  heaven  our  solemn  vows  record  ! 
HYMN  53.  Long  Metre. 

1  f^l  OD,  who  in  various  methods  told 
^J  His  mind  and  will  to  saints  of  old, 
Sent  his  own  Son  with  truth  and  grace, 
To  teach  us  in  these  latter  days. 

2  Our  nation  reads  the  written  word, 
That  book  of  life  that  sure  record  : 
The  bright  inheritance  of  heav'n 
Is  by  the  sweet  conveyance  giv'n. 

3  God's  kindest  thoughts  are  here  express'd, 
Able  to  make  us  wise  and  bless'd ; 

The  doctrines  are  divinely  true, 
Fit  for  reproof  and  comfort  too. 

4  Ye  Christian  isles,  who  read  his  love 
In  long  epistles  from  above, 

(He  hath  not  sent  his  sacred  word 
To  every  land,)  Praise  ye  the  Lord. 
HYMN  54.  Lonff  Metre. 

o 

1  TESUS,  we  bless  thy  Father's  name  ; 

J    Thy  God  and  ours  are  both  the  same  ; 
What  heav'nly  blessings  from  his  throne 
Flow  down  to  sinners  through  his  Son! 

2  "  Christ  be  my  first*  elect,"  he  said, 
Then  chose  our  souls  in  Christ  our  head. 
Before  he  gave  the  mountains  birth, 
Or  laid  foundations  for  the  earth. 

3  Thus  did  eternal  love  begin 

To  raise  us  up  from  death  and  sin  ; 
Our  characters  were  then  decreed, 
"  Blameless  in  love,  a  holy  seed." 


Hook  I.  H\AL\    L\  .  S3 

4  Predestinated  to  be  sons, 

Bora  by  degrees,  but  chose  at  once  ; 

A  new  regenerated  race, 

To  praise  the  glory  of  his  grace. 

5  With  Christ  our  Lord  we  share  our  part 
In  the  affections  of  his  heart; 

Nor  shall  our  souls  be  thence  remov'd, 
'Till  he  forgets  his  first  belov'd. 

HYMN  55.  Common  Metre. 

1  TI  THEN  we  are  rais'd  from  deep  distress 

V  V     Our  God  deserves  a  song  ; 
We  take  the  pattern  of  our  praise 
From  Hezekiah's  tongue. 

2  The  gates  of  the  devouring  grave 

Are  open'd  wide  in  vain, 
If  he  who  holds  the  keys  of  death 
Commands  them  fast  again. 

3  Pains  of  the  flesh  are  wont  t'  abuse 

Our  minds  with  slavish  fears ; 
"  Our  days  are  past,  and  we  shall  lose 
"  The  remnant  of  our  years." 

4  We  chatter  with  a  swallow's  voice, 

Or  like  a  dove  we  mourn, 
With  bitterness  instead  of  joys, 
Afflicted  and  forlorn. 

5  Jehovah  speaks  the  healing  word, 

And  no  disease  withstands  ; 
Fevers  and  plagues  obey  the  Lord ; 

And  fly  at  his  commands. 
€  If  half  the  strings  of  life  should  break, 

He  can  our  frame  restore  : 
He  casts  our  sins  behind  his  back, 

And  they  are  found  no  more. 


34  HIlVliN    -L.V11.  J300K1. 

HYMN  56.  Common  Metre. 

1  TXTE  smg  tne  glories  of  thy  love, 

V  V     We  sound  thy  dreadful  name ; 
The  Christian  church  unites  the  songs 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb. 

2  Great  God,  how  wond'rous  are  thy  works 

Of  vengeance  and  of  grace  ! 
Thou  king  of  saints,  almighty  Lord, 
How  just  and  true  thy  ways. 

3  Who  dares  refuse  to  fear  thy  name, 

Or  worship  at  thy  throne ; 
Thy  judgment  speak  thine  holiness 
Through  all  the  nations  known. 

4  Great  Babylon  that  rules  the  earth, 

Drunk  with  the  martyr's  blood, 
Her  crimes  shall  speedily  awake 
The  fury  of  our  God. 

5  The  cup  of  wrath  is  ready  mix'd, 

And  she  must  drink  the  dregs  ; 
Strong  is  the  Lord,  her  sov'reign  judge, 
And  shall  fulfil  the  plagues. 
HYMN  57.     Common  Metre. 

1  13  ACKWARD  with  humble  shame  we 
.13     On  our  original ;  [look 

How  is  our  nature  dash'd  and  broke 
In  our  first  father's  fall  ? 

2  To  all  that's  good,  averse  and  blind, 

But  prone  to  all  that's  ill, 
What  dreadful  darkness  veils  our  mind! 
How  obstinate  our  will ! 

3  [Conceiv'd  in  sin  (O  wretched  state  !) 

Before  we  draw  our  breath, 
The  first  young  pulse  begins  to  beat 
Iniquity  and  deati. 


J500IC  I.  JriYMN    J-Vlll.  35 

4  How  strong  in  our  degenerate  blood 

The  old  corruption  reigns, 
And,  mingling  with  the  crooked  flood. 
Wanders  through  all  our  veins  !] 

5  [Wild  and  unwholesome  as  the  root, 

Will  all  the  branches  be  ; 
How  can  we  hope  for  living  fruit 
From  such  a  deadly  tree  ? 

6  What  mortal  powers  from  things  uncleafi 

Can  pure  productions  bring  ? 
Who  can  command  a  vital  stream 
From  an  infected  spring  ?] 

7  Yet,  mighty  God,  thy  wond'rous  love 

Can  make  our  nature  clean, 
While  Christ  and  grace  prevail  above 
The  tempter,  death,  and  sin. 

8  The  sound  of  Adam  shall  restore 

The  ruins  of  the  first ; 
Hosanna  to  that  sov'reign  power 
That  new  creates  our  dust  ! 

HYMN  58.     Long  Metre. 

1  "       ET  mortal  tongues  attempt  to  sing 
-Li  The  wars  of  heav'n  when  Michael 
Chief  general  of  th*  eternal  King,     [stood 

And  fought  the  battles  of  our  God. 

2  Against  the  dragon  and  his  host 

The  armies  ot  the  Lord  prevail  : 
In  vain  they  rage,  in  vain  they  boast ; 
Their  courage  sinks,  their  weapons  fail. 
3  Down  to  the  earth  was  Satan  thrown  ; 

Down  to  the  earth  his  legions  fell ; 
Then  was  the  trump  of  triumph  blown, 
And  shook  the  dreadful  deeps  of  hell. 
2  e 


36  JtlliVilN    L2V.  D00K1. 

4  Now  is  the  hour  of  darkness  past, 

Christ  hath  assum'd  his  reigning  power; 
Behold  the  great  accuser  cast 

Down  from  the  skies,  to  rise  no  more. 

5  'Twas  by  thy  blood,  immortal  lamb, 

Thine  armies  trod  the  tempter  down:; 
'Twas  by  thy  word,  and  powerful  name, 
They  gain'd  the  battle  and  renown. 

6  Rejoice  ye  heav'ns ;  let  every  star 

Shine  with  new  glories  round  the  sky ; 
Saints,  while  ye  sing  the  heav'nly  war, 
Raise  your  DehVrer's  name  on  high. 
HYMN  59.     Long  Metre. 

1  TN  Gabriel's  hand,  a  mighty  stone 
A  Lies,  a  fair  type  of  Babylon  : 

"  Prophets  rejoice,  and  all  ye  saints,  ^ 

"  God  shall  avenge  your  long  complaints." 

2  He  said,  and  dreadful  as  he  stood, 
Lie  sunk  the  mill-stone  in  the  flood : 
"  Thus  terribly  shall  Babel  fall, 

"  Thus,  and  no  more  be  found  at  all." 
HYMN  60.     Long  Metre. 

1  /^VUR  souls  shall  magnify  the  Lord  ; 
V-/  In  God  the  Saviour  we  rejoice  ; 
While  we  repeat  the  virgin's  song, 
May  the  same  spirit  tune  our  voice  ! 

2  [The  Highest  saw  her  in  low  estate, 
And  mighty  things  his  hand  hath  done  : 
His  over-shadowing  power  and  grace 

'  Makes  her  the  mother  of  his  Son. 
S  Let  every  nation  call  her  bless'd, 
And  endless  years  prolong  her  fame  : 
But  God  alone  must  be  ador'd  ; 
Holy  and  reverend  is  his  name.] 


Book  I.         HYMN  LXIL  37 

4  To  those  that  fear  and  trust  the  Lord 
His  mercy  stands  forever  sure  : 
From  age  to  age  his  promise  lives, 
And  the  performance  is  secure. 

5  He  spake  to  Abram  and  his  seed, 

"  In  thee  shall  all  the  earth  be  bless'd  :" 
The  mem'ry  of  that  ancient  word 
Lay  long  in  his  eternal  breast. 

6  But  now  no  more  shall  Isr'el  wait ; 
No  more  the  Gentiles  lie  forlorn  : 
Lo,  the  desire  of  nations  comes, 
Behold  the  promised  seed  is  born  ! 

HYMN  6 1 .     Long  Metre. 

1  1VTOW  to  the  Lord  that  makes  us  know 
±\    The  wonders  of  his  dying  love, 

Be  humble  honours  paid  below, 
And  strains  of  nobler  praise  above. 

2  Twas  he  that  cleans'd  our  foulest  sins, 

And  wash'd  us  in  his  richest  blood  ; 

'Tis  he  that  makes  us  priests  and  kings. 

And  brings  us  rebels  near  to  God. 

3  To  Jesus  our  atoning  priest, 

To  Jesus  our  superior  king,  . 
Be  everlasting  power  confess'd, 
And  every  tongue  his  glory  sing. 

4  Behold  on  flying  clouds  he  comes, 

And  every  eye  shall  see  him  move  ; 
Though  with  our  sins  we  pierc'd  him  once; 
Then  he  displays  his  pard'ning  love. 

5  The  unbelieving  world  shall  wail, 

While  we  rejoice  to  see  the  day : 
Come,  Lord  ;  nor  let  thy  promise  fail, 
Nor  let  thy  chariots  long  delay. 


38  HYMN  LXIII.  Book  L 

HYMN  62.     Common  Metre. 

1  /^OMElet  us  join  our  cheerful  songs, 
V-/  With  angels  round  the  throne  : 

Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues ; 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  "  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died,"   they  cry, 

"  To  be  exalted  thus  : 
"  Worthy  the  Lamb,"  our  lips  reply, 
"  For  he  was  slain  for  us." 

3  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honour  and  power  divine  ; 
And  blessings  more  than  we  can  give, 
Be,  Lord,  forever  thine. 

4  Let  all  that  dwell  above  the  sky, 

And  air,  and  earth,  and  seas, 
Conspire  to  lift  thy  glories  high, 

And  speak  thine  endless  praise. 
£  The  whole  creation  join  in  one, 

To  bless  the  sacred  name 
Of  him  that  sits  upon  the  throne, 

And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 

HYMN  63.     Long  Metre. 
1  T  T  THAT  equal  honours  shall  we  bring 
VV  To  thee,  O  Lord  our  God,  the  Lamb, 
When  all  the  notes  that  angels  sing 
Are  far  inferior  to  thy  name  ? 

§  Worthy  is  he  that  once  was  slain, 

The  Prince  of  Peace  that  groan'd  and 
Worthy  to  rise,  and  live,  and  reign   [died, 
At  his  almighty  Father's  side. 

3  Power  and  dominion  are  his  due, 

Who  stood  condemned  at  Pilate's  bar  : 
Wisdom  belongs  to  Jesus  too,         [here. 
Though  he  was  charged  with  madness 


Book  I.         HYMN  LXIV.  30 

4  All  riches  are  his  native  right, 

Yet  he  sustained  amazing  loss  ; 
To  him  ascribe  eternal  might, 

Who  left  his  weakness  on  the  cross. 

5  Honour  immortal  must  be  paid, 

Instead  of  scandal  and  of  scorn  ; 
"While  glory  shines  around  his  head, 
And  a  bright  crown  without  a  thorn. 

6  Blessings  for  ever  on  the  Lamb, 

Who  bore  the  curse  for  wretched  men : 
Let  angels  sound  his  sacred  name, 
And  every  creature  say,  Amen. 

HYMN  64.      Short  Metre. 

1  T5EHOLD  what  wond'rous  grace 
J3  The  Father  has  bestow'd 

On  sinners  of  a  mortal  race, 
To  call  them  sons  of  God. 

2  Tis  no  surprising  thing, 

That  we  should  be  unknown  ; 
The  Jewish  world  knew  not  their  king, 
God's  everlasting  Son  : 
5  Nor  doth  it  yet  appear 

How  great  we  must  be  made, 
But  when  we  see  our  Saviour  here, 
We  shall  be  like  our  head. 
I-  A  hope  so  much  divine 
May  trials  well  endure, 
May  purge  our  souls  from  sense  and  sin, 
As  Christ  the  Lord  is  pure. 
i  If  in  my  Father's  love 
I  share  a  filial  part, 
Send  down  thy  Spirit  like  a  dove 
To  rest  upon  my  heart. 
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40  HYMN  LXVL  Book  I. 

6  We  would  no  longer  lie 

Like  slaves  beneath  the  throne  -> 
My  faith  shall  Abba,  Father,  cry, 
And  thou  the  kindred  own. 
HYMN  65.     Long  Metre. 

1  T    ET  the  seventh  angel  sound  on  high, 

1  ^  Let  shouts  be  heard  through  all  the 
Kings  of  the  earth  with  glad  accord,  [sky  -y 
Give  up  your  kingdoms  to  the  Lord. 

2  Almighty  God,  thy  power  assume, 
Who  wast,  and  art,  and  art  to  come  : 
Jesus  the  Lamb  who  once  was  slain, 


For  ever  live,  for  ever  reign 

3  The  angry  nations  fret  and  roar, 
That  they  can  slay  the  saints  no  more  ♦> 
On  wings  of  veng'ance  flies  cur  God, 
To  pay  the  long  arrears  of  blood. 

4  Now  must  the  rising  dead  appear  ; 
Now  the  decisive  sentence  hear  -, 
Now  the  dear  martyrs  of  the  Lord 
Receive  an  infinite  reward. 

HYMN  66.     Long  Metre. 

1  Y    ET  him  embrace  my  soul  and  prove 
l^j  My  int'rest  in  his  heav'nly  love  -,      ^ 
The  voice  that  tells  me,  "  Thou  art  mine, 
Exceeds  the  blessings  of  the  vine. 

2  On  thee  th'  anointing  Spirit  came, 
And  spread  the  savour  of  thy  name  j 
That  oil  of  gladness  and  of  grace 
Draws  virgin  Souls  to  meet  thy  face. 

3  Jesus,  allure  me  by  thy  charms ; 
My  soul  shall  fly  into  thine  arms  ! 
Our  wand'ring  feet  thy  favours  bring 
To  the  fair  chambers  of  the  JUng. 


Book  I.  HYMN  LXVIL  41 

4  [Wonder  and  pleasure  tune  our  voice 
To  speak  thy  praises  and  our  joys  ; 
Our  men-Try  keeps  this  love  of  thine 

,   Beyond  the  ta.^te  of  richest  wine.] 

5  Though  in  ourselves  deform  ?d  we  are, 
And  black  as  Kedar's  tents  appear ; 
Yet  when  we  put  thy  beauties  on, 
Fair  as  the  courts  of  Solomon. 

6  [While  at  the  table  sits  the  King, 
He  loves  to  see  us  smile  and  sing  ; 

Our  graces  are  our  best  perfume,  [room.] 
And   breathe   like   spikenard    round   the 

7  As. myrrh,  new  bleeding  from  the  tree, 
Such  is  a  dvin£  Christ  to  me  : 

And  while  he  makes  my  soul  his  guest, 
My  bosom,  Lord,  shall  be  thy  rest. 
$  [No  beams  of  cedar  or  of  fir, 

Can  with  thy  courts  on  earth  compare  , 
And  here  we  wTait  until  thy  love 
Raise  us  to  nobler  seats  above.] 

HYMN  67.     Long  Metre. 

1  nr^HOU  whom  my  soul  admires  above 

jL    All  earthly  joy  and  earthly  love, 
Tell  me,  dear  Shepherd,  let  me  know, 
Where  doth  thy  sweetest  pasture  grow  ? 

2  Where  is  the  shadow  of  that  rock, 
That  from  the  sun  defends  thy  flock  ? 
Fain  would  I  feed  among  thy  sheep, 
Among  them  rest,  among  them  sleep. 

3  Why  should  thy  bride  appear  like  one 
That  turns  aside  to  pass  unknown  ? 
My  constant  feet  would  never  rove. 
Would  never  seek  another  love. 


42  HYMN  LXVIII.  Book  I% 

4  [The  footsteps  of  thy  sick  I  see  : 
The  sweetest  pastures  here  they  be  : 
A  wond'rous  feast  thy  love  prepares, 
Bought  with  thy  wounds,  and  groans,  and 

tears. 

5  His  dearest  flesh  he  makes  my  food, 
And  bids  me  drink  his  richest  blood  : 
Here  to  these  hills  my  soul  will  come, 
Till  my  beloved  leads  me  home,] 

HYMN  6$.     Long  Metre. 

1  TOEHOLD  the  rose  of  Sharon  here, 
JL>  The  lily  which  the  vallies  bear  -9 
Behold  the  tree  of  life,  that  gives 
Refreshing  fruit  and  healing  leaves. 

2  Amongst  the  thorns  so  lilies  shine, 
Amongst  vile  goards  the  noble  vine : 
So  in  my  eye  my  Saviour  proves, 
Amidst  a  thousand  meaner  loves. 

3  Beneath  his  cooling  shade  I  sat, 

_   To  shield  me  from  the  burning  heat  ; 
Of  heav'nly  fruit  he  spreads  a  feast, 
To  feed  my  eyes  and  please  my  taste. 

4  [Kindly  he  brought  me  to  the  place 
Where  stands  the  banquet  of  his  grace  ; 
He  saw  me  faint,  and  o'er  my  head 
The  banner  of  his  love  he  spread. 

5  With  living  bread  and  gen'rous  wine, 
He  cheers  this  sinking  heart  of  mine  ^ 
And  op'ning  his  own  heart  to  me, 

He  shows  his  thoughts  how  kind  they  be.] 

6  O  never  let  my  Lord  depart ; 
Lie  down  and  rest  upon  my  heart : 
I  charge  my  sins  not  once  to  move, 
Not  stir,  nor  wake,  nor  grieve  my  love. 


Book  I.  HYMN  LXX.  45 

'  HYMN  69.     Long  Metre. 

1  r  I.^HiE  voice  of  my  beloved  sounds 

-A.     Over  the  rocks  and  rising  grounds  ; 
O'er  hills  of  guilt,  and  seas  of  grief, 
He  leaps,  he  flies  to  my  relief. 

2  Now,  through  the  veil  of  flesh,  I  see, 
With  eyes  of  love  he  looks  at  me  ; 
Now  in  the  gospel's  clearest  glass 
He  shows  the  beauties  of  his  face. 

3  Gently  he  draws  my  heart  along, 
Both  with  his  beauties  and  his  tongue  : 

"  Rise,"  saith  my  Lord,  "  make  haste  away; 
"  No  mortal  joys  are  worth  thy  stay. 

4  "  The  Jewish  wint'ry  state  is  gone, 

"  The  mists  are  spread  the  spring  comes  on  ; 
"The  sacred  turtle-dove  we  hear 
"  Proclaim  the  new,  the  joyful  year. 

5  "  Th*  immortal  vine  of  heav'nly  root, 

"  Blossoms  and  buds,  and  gives  her  fruit. " 
Lo  !  we  are  come  to  taste  the  wine  ; 
Our  souls  rejoice  and  bless  the  vine. 

S  And  when  we  hear  our  Jesus  say, 
"  Rise  up  my  love,  make  haste  away  !" 
Our  hearts  would  fain  out-fly  the  wind, 
And  leave  all  earthly  loves  behind. 
HYMN  70.     Long  Metre. 

I   [TTARK  !  the  Redeemer  from  on  high, 
A  X  Sweetly  invites  his  fav'rites  nigh; 
From  caves  of  darkness,  and  of  doubt, 
He  gently  speaks,  and  calls  us  out. 

I  "  My  dove,  who  hidest  in  the  rock, 
"  Thine  heart  almost  with  sorrow  broke, 
"  Lift  up  thy  face,  forget  thy  fear, 
"  And  let  thy  voice  delight  mine 'ear. 


44  HYMN  LXXT.         Book  I. 

3  "  Thy  voice  to  me  sounds  ever  sweet ; 
"  My  graces  in  thy  count'nance  meet ; 

"  Though  the  vain  world  thy  face  despise^ 
"  'Tis  bright  and  comely  in  mine  eyes." 

4  Dear  Lord,  our  thankful  heart  receives 
The  hope  thine  invitation  gives : 

To  thee  our  joyful  lips  shall  raise 
The  voice  of  prayer  and  of  praise.] 

5  [I  am  my  love's,  and  he  is  mine  ; 

Our  hearts,  our  hopes,  our  passions  join  -3 

Nor  let  a  motion,  nor  a  word, 

Nor  thought  arise  to  grieve  my  Lord. 

6  My  soul  to  pasture  fair  he  leads, 
Amongst  the  lilies  where  he  feeds  ; 
Amongst  the  saints  (whose  robes  are  white 
Wash'd  in  his  blood)  is  his  delight. 

7  Till  the  day  break,  and  shadows  flee, 
Till  the  sweet  dawning  light  I  see, 
Thine  eyes  to  me-ward  often  turn, 
Nor  let  my  soul  in  darkness  mourn. 

8  Be  like  a  hart  on  mountains  green, 
Leap  o'er  the  hills  of  fear  and  sin ; 
Nor  guilt,  nor  unbelief  .divide 

My  love,  my  Saviour,  from  my  side.] 

HYMN  71.     Long  Metre. 

1  /^FTEN  I  seek  my  Lord  by  night, 
VJ*  Jesus,  my  love,  my  soul's  delight  ! 
With  warm  desire,  and  restless  thought, 
I  seek  him  oft  but  find  him  not. 

2  Then  I  arise,  and  search  the  street, 
Till  I  my  Lord,  my  Saviour  meet  : 

•  I  ask  the  watchmen  of  the  night, 
"  Where  did  you  see  my  soul's  delight  1" 


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3  Sometimes  I  find  him  in  my  way, 
Directed  by  a  heav'nly  ray  ; 

I  leap  for  joy  to  see  his  face, 

And  hold  him  fast  in  mine  embrace. 

4  [I  bring  him  to  my  mother's  home, 
Nor  does  my  Lord  refuse  to  come 
To  Zion's  sacred  chambers,  where 
My  soul  first  drew  the  vital  air. 

5  lie  gives  me  there  his  bleeding  heart, 
Pierc'd  for  my  sake  with  deadly  smart ; 
I  give  my  soul  to  him,  and  there 

Our  loves  their  mutual  tokens  share.] 

6  I  charge  you  all,  ye  earthly  toys, 
Approach  not  to  disturb  my  joys  ; 
Nor  sin,  nor  hell,  come  near  my  heart, 
Nor  cause  my  Saviour  to  depart. 

HYMN  72.     Long  Metre. 

1  y\AUGHTERS  of  Zion,  come,  behold 
JLJ  The  crown  of  honour  and  of  gold, 
"Which  the  glad  church  with  joys  unknown, 
Plac'd  on  the  head  of  Solomon. 

2  Jesus,  thou  everlasting  King, 
Accept  the  tribute  which  we  bring  ; 
Accept  the  well-deserv'd  renown, 
And  wear  our  praises  as  thy  crown. 

3  Let  every  act  of  worship  be 

Like  our  espousals,  Lord,  to  thee  ; 
Like  the  dear  hour  when  from  above 
"We  first  receiv'd  thy  pledge  of  love. 

4  The  gladness  of  that  happy  day  ! 

Our  riearts  would  wish  it  long  to  stay ; 
Nor  let  our  faith  forsake  its  hold, 
Nor  comfort  sink,  nor  love  grow  cold. 


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5  Each  following  minute  as  it  Hies, 
Increase  thy  praise,  improve  our  joys, 
Till  we  are  rais'd  to  sing  thy  name 
At  the  great  supper  of  the  Lamb. 

6  O  that  the  months  would  roll  away, 
And  bring  that  coronation  day  ! 

The  King  of  Grace  shall  fill  the  throne, 
With  all  his  Father's  glories  on. 

HYMN  73.     Long  Metre. 

1  T7"  IND  is  the  speech  of  Christ  our  Lord, 
J^w  Affection  sounds  in  every  word  ; 

"  Lo  !  thou  art  fair  my  love,"  he  cries, 
cc  Not  the  young  doves  have  sweeter  eyes. 

2  ["  Sweet  are  thy  lips,  thy  pleasing  voice 
"  Salutes  mine  ear  with  secret  joys  ; 

"  No  spice  so  much  delights  the  smell, 
u  Nor  milk  nor  honey  tastes  so  well.] 

3  "  Thou  art  all  fair,  my  bride,  to  me, 
"  I  will  behold  no  spot  in  thee." 
What  mighty  wonders  love  performs, 
And  puts  a  comeliness  on  worms  ! 

4  DenTd  and  loathsome  as  we  are, 

He  makes  us  white,  and  calls  us  fair ; 
Adorns  us  with  that  heav'nly  dress, 
His  graces  and  his  right'ousness. 

5  "  My  sister  and  my  spouse,"  he  cries, 
"  Bound  to  my  heart  by  various  ties, 
"  Thy  powerful  love  my  heart  detains 

"  In  strong  delight  and  pleasing  chains.*' 

6  He  calls  me  from  the  leopard's  den, 
From  this  wide  world  of  beasts  and  men. 
To  Zion,  where  his  glories  are  ; 

Not  Lebanon  is  half  so  fair. 


Book  I.         HYMN  LXXIV.  47 

7   Nor  dens  of  prey,  nor  flow'ry  plains, 
Nor  earthly  joys,  nor  earthly  pains, 
Shall  hold  my  feet,  or  force  my  stay, 
When  Christ  invites  my  soul  away. 

HYMN  71,      Long  Metre. 

1  \^7k  are  a  garden  wall'd  around, 

V  V     Chosen  and  made  peculiar  ground  ; 
A  little  spot  enclos'd  by  grace, 
Out  of  the  world's  wide  wilderness. 

2  Like  trees  of  myrrh  and  spice  we  stand, 
Planted  by  God  the  Father's  hand  : 
And  all  his  springs  in  Zion  flow, 

To  make  the  young  plantation  grow. 

3  Awake,  O  heav'nly  wind,  and  come, 
Blow  on  this  garuen  of  perrume  ; 
Spirit  divine,  descend  and  breathe 

A  gracious  gale  on  plants  beneath. 

4  Make  our  best  spices  flow  abroad, 
To  entertain  our  Saviour  God  : 
And  faith  and  love  and  joy  appear, 
And  every  grace  be  active  here. 

5  [Let  my  beloved  come  and  taste 
His  pleasant  fruits  at  his  own  feast : 

"  I  come,  my  spouse,  I  come,"  he  cries, 
AVith  love  and  pleasure  in  his  eyes. 

6  Our  Lord  into  his  garden  comes, 

Well  pleas'd  to  smell  our  poor  perfumes, 
And  calls  us  to  a  feast  divine, 
Sweeter  than  honey,  milk,  or  wine. 

7  "  Eat  of  the  tree  of  life,  my  friends, 

"  The  blessings  that  my  Father  sends  ; 
"  Your  taste  shall  all  my  dainties  prove, 
"  And  drink  abundance  of  my  love." 

2   F 


48  HYMN  LXXV.  Book  I. 

8  Jesus,  we  will  frequent  thy  board, 
And  sing  the  bounties  of  our  Lord  : 
But  the  rich  food  on  which  we  live 
Demands  more  praise  than  we  can  give.] 

HYMN  75.     Long  Metre. 

1  HPHE  wond'ring  world  inquires  to  know 

A.    Why  I  should  love  my  Jesus  so  : 
"What  are  his  charms,"  say  they,  "  above 
"  The  objects  of  a  mortal  love  !" 

2  Yres,  my  beloved,  to  my  sight 

Shows  a  sweet  mixture,  red  and  white  : 
All  human  beauties,  all  divine, 
In  my  beloved  meet  and  shine. 

3  [White  is  his  soul,  from  blemish  free„ 
Red  with  the  blood  he  shed  for  me  -, 
The  fairest  of  ten  thousand  fairs, 

A  sun  amongst  ten  thousand  stars. 

4  His  head  the  finest  gold  excels .; 
There  wisdom  in  perfection  dwells  -, 
And  glory,  like  a  crown,  adorns 
Those  temples  once  beset  with  thorns. 

5  Compassions  in  his  heart  are  found, 
Near  to  the  signals  of  his  wound  : 
His  sacred  side  no  more  shall  bear 
The  cruel  scourge,  the  piercing  spear.] 

6  [His  hands  are  fairer  to  behold 
Than  di'monds  set  in  rings  of  gold  ; 
Those  heav'nly  hands  that  on  the  tree 
Were  nail'd,  and  torn,  and  bled  for  me. 

7  Though  once  he  bow'd  his  feeble  knees, 
Loaded  with  sins  and  agonies, 

Now  on  the  throne  of  his  command 
His  Legs  like  marble  pillars  stand.] 


Book  I.         HYMN  LXXVI.  49 

8  [His  eyes  are  majesty  and  love, 
The  eagle  teraper'd  with  the  dove  ; 
No  more  shall   trickling-  sorrows  roll 
Through  those  dear  windows  of  his  soul.] 

9  I  lis  mouth,  that  pour'd  out  longeomptaints, 
Now  smiles,  and  cheers  his  tainting  saints  ; 
His  countenance  more  graceful  is 

Than  Lebanon  with  all  its  trees. 

10  All  over-glorious  is  my  Lord, 
Must  be  belov'd  and  yet  ador'd  ; 
Mis  worth  if  all  the  nations  knew, 

Sure  the  whole  earth  would  love  him  too. 

HYMN  76.     Long  Metre. 

1  VT^HENstrangersstandandhearmetell 

V  V     What  beauties  in  my  Saviour  dwell; 
Where  he  is  gone  they  fain  would  know, 
That  they  may  seek  and  love  him  too. 

2  My  best  beloved  keeps  his  throne  ; 
On  hills  of  light  and  worlds  unknown; 
But  he  descends  and  shows  his  face 
In  the  young  gardens  of  his  grace. 

3  [In  vineyards  planted  by  his  hand, 
Where  fruitful  trees  in  order  stand, 
He  feeds  among  the  spicy  beds, 
Where  lilies  show  their  spotless  heads. 

4  He  hath  engross'd  my  warmest  love, 
No  earthly  charms  my  soul  can  move ; 
I  have  a  mansion  in  his  heart, 

Nor  death  nor  hell  shall  make  us  part.] 

5  [He  takes  my  soul  ere  I'm  aware, 
And  shows  me  where  his  glories  are  ; 
No  chariots  of  Amminadab 

The  heavenly  rapture  can  describe. 


50  HYMN  LXXVIir.  BookL 

6  O  may  my  spirit  daily  rise 

On  wings  of  faith  above  the  skies, 
Till  death  shall  make  my  last  remove, 
To  dwell  forever  with  my  love.] 
HYMN  77.      Long  Metre. 

1  TVTOW  in  the  gall'ries  of  his  grace 

XN    Appears  the  King,  and  thus  he  says, 
"  How  fair  my  saints  are  in  my  sight, 
"  My  love  how  pleasant  for  delight  1'* 

2  Kind  is  thy  language,  sov'reign  Lord, 
There's  heav'nly  grace  in  every  word  ; 
From  that  dear  mouth  a  stream  divine 
Flows  sweeter  than  the  choicest  wine. 

3  Such  wondrous  love  awakes  the  lip 
Of  saints  that  were  almost  asleep, 
To  speak  the  praises  of  thy  name, 
And  make  our  cold  affections  flame. 

4  These  are  the  joys  he  lets  us  know, 
In  fields  and  villages  below  ; 
Gives  us  a  relish  of  his  love, 

But  keeps  his  noblest  feast  above. 

5  In  Paradise,  within  the  gates, 
An  higher  entertainment  waits; 
Fruits  new  and  old  laid  up  in  store, 
Where  we  shall  feed  but  thirst  no  more. 

HYMN  78.      Long  Metre. 

1  ["|7|7  HO  is  this  fair  one  in  distress, 

V  V     That  travels  from  the  wilderness, 
And  oress'd  with  sorrows  and  with  sins, 
On  her  beloved  Lord  she  leans  ? 

2  This  is  the  spouse  of  Christ  our  God, 
Bought  with  the  treasures  of  his  blood  : 
And  her  request,  and'her  complaint, 
Is  but  the  voice  of  every  saint.] 


£ookl.         IIYMX  LXXIX.  M 

3  "  O  let  my  name  engraven  stand, 

"  Both  on  thy  heart  and  on  thy  hand  •> 
"  Seal  me  upon  thine  arm,  and  wear 
"  That  pledge  of  love  for  ever  there. 

4  "  Stronger  than  death  thy  love  is  known, 
"  Which  floodsof  wrath  could  never  drown; 
"  And  hell  and  earth  in  vain  combine 

"  To  quench  a  fire  so  much  divine. 

5  "  But  J  am  jealous  of  my  heart, 

"  Lest  it  should  once  from  thee  depart ; 
"  Then  let  thy  name  be  well  impress'd, 
"  As  a  fair  signet  on  my  breast. 

6  "  Till  thou  has  brought  me  to  thy  home, 
"  Where  fears  and  doubts  can  never  come, 
"  Thy  count'nance  let  me  often  see, 

"  And  often  thou  shalt  hear  from  me.  ' 

7  "  Come  my  beloved  haste  away, 

"  Cut  short  the  hours  of  thy  delay  ; 
"  Fly  like  a  youthful  hart  or  roe 
"tOver  the  hills  where  spices  grow." 

HYMN  79.      Long  Metre. 
—  1   /S  OD  of  the  morning,  at  whose  voice 
VJ  The  cheerful  sun  makes  haste  to  rise, 
And  like  a  giant  doth  rejoice 

To  run  his  journey  through  the  skies  -, 

2  From  the  fair  chambers  of  the  east 

The  circuit  of  his  race  begins, 
And  without  weariness  or  rest 

Round  the  wluJe  earth  he  flies  an4  shines. 

3  Oh  like  the  sun  may  I  fulfil 

ThV  appointed  duties  of  the  day, 
With. ready  mind  and  active  will 

March  on  and  keep  my  heav'nly  way. 

2  F2 


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52  HYMN  LXXX.  Book  I. 

4  [But  I  srall  rove  and  lose  the  race, 

If  God,  my  son,  shall  disappear^ 
And  leave  me  in  this  world's  wide  maze, 
To  follow  every  wandrjng  star.] 

5  Lord,  thy  commands  are  clean  and  pure, 

Enlightning  our  beclouded  eyes  : 
Thy  threat'nings  just,  thy  promise  sure, 
fhy  gospel  makes  the  simple  wise. 

6  Give  me  thy  council  for  my  guide, 

And  then  receive  me  to  thy  bliss  > 
All  my  desires  and  hopes  beside, 

Are  faint  and  cold  compar'd  with  this, 

HYMN  80.     Long  Metre. 
TIUS  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on, 
Thus  far  his  power  prolongs  my  days, 
And  every  evening  shall  make  known 
Some  fresh  memorial'of  his  grace. 

2  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  waste, 

And  I  perhaps  am  near  my  home  5 
But  he  forgives  my  follies  past, 

He  gives  me  strength  for  days  to  come. 

3  I  lay  my  body  down  to  sleep, 

Peace  is  the  pillow  for  my  head  • 
While  well-appointed  angels  keep 

Their  watchful  stations  round  my  bed. 

4  In  vain  the  sons  of  earth  or  hell 

Tell  me  a  thousand  frightful  things ; 
My  God  in  safety  makes  me  dwell 
Beneath  the  shadow  of  his  wings% 

5  [Faith  in  his  name  forbids  my  fear  : 

O  may  thy  presence  ne'er  depart ! 
And  in  the  morning  make  me  hear 
The  love  and  kindness  of  thy  heart. 


Book  I.  HYMN  LXXXII.  53 

(j  Thus  when  the  night  of  death  shall  come. 
My  flesh  shall  rest  beneath  the  ground, 
And  wait  thy  voice  to  rouse  my  tomb, 
With  sweet  salvation  in  the  sound.] 
HYMN  81.  Long  Metre. 

1  A /TY  God  how  endless  is  thy  love  ! 
1.VJL  Thy  gifts  are  every  ev'ning  new  ; 
And  morning  mercies  from  above, 

Gently  distil  like  early  dew. 

2  Thou  spreadst  the  curtain  of  the  night, 

Great  guardian  of  my  sleeping  hours  j 
Thy  sov'reign  word  restores  the  light, 
And  quickens  all  my  drowsy  powers. 

3  I  yield  my  powers  to  thy  command, 

To  thee  I  consecrate  my  days  ; 
Perpetual  blessings  from  thy  hand 
Demand  perpetual  songs  of  praise. 
HYMN  82.  Long  Metre. 

"*  i    QII  VLL  the  vile  race  of  flesh  and  blood 
O  Contend  with  their  Creator,  God  ? 
Shall  mortal  worms  presume  to  be 
More  holy,  wise,  or  just  than  he  ? 

2  Behold  he  puts  his  trust  in  none 
Of  all  the  ^pirits  round  his  throne  ; 
Their  natures,  when  compar'd  with  his, 
Are  neither,  holy,  just,  nor  wise. 

3  But  how  much  meaner  things  are  they 
Who  spring  from  dust,  and  dwell  in  clay  ! 
Touch'd  by  the  finger  of  thy  wrath, 

We  faint  and  peribh  liKe  the  moth. 

4  From  night  to  day  from  day  to  night, 
We  die  by  thousands  in  thy  si^ht  : 
Bury'd  in  dust  whole  nations  lie, 
Like  a  forgotten  vanity. 


U  HYMN  LXXXIV.  Book  I. 

5  Almighty  Power  !  to  thee  we  bow  ! 
How  frail  are  we  !  how  glorious  thou  ! 
No  more  the  sons  of  earth  shall  dare 
With  an  eternal  God  compare. 

HYMN  83.  Common  Metre. 

1  T^yFOT  from  the  dust  affliction  grows, 
jL^I    Nor  troubles  rise  by  chance  ; 
Yet  we  are  born  to  cares  and  woes ! 

A  sad  inheritance  ! 

2  As  sparks  break  out  from  burning  coals, 

And  still  are  upwards  borne  •> 
So  grief  is  rooted  in  our  souls, 
And  man  grows  up  to  mourn : 

-3  Yet  with  my  God  I  leave  my  cause, 
And  trust  his  promis'd  grace  ; 
He  rules  me  by  his  well-known  laws 
Of  love  and  right'ousness. 

4  Not  all  the  pains  that  e'er  I  bore 
Shall  spoil  my  future  peace, 
For  death  and  hell  can  do  no  more 
Than  what  my  father  please. 
HYMN  84.  Long  Metre. 

1  TEHOVAH  speaks,  let  Isr'el  hear, 
•J    Let  all  the  earth  rejoice  and  fear, 
While  God's  eternal  Son  proclaims 
His  sov'rei^n  honours  and  his  names. 

2  "  I  am; the  last,  and  I  the  first, 

"  The  Saviour  God,  and  God  the  just; 
"  There's  none  besides. pretends  to  shew, 
"  Such  justiceand.  salvation  too. 

3  ["Ye.  that  in  shades  of  darkness  dwell, 
"  Just  on  the  verge  of  death  and  hell, 
"  Look  up  to  me  from- distant  lands, 

"  Light,  life,  and  heav'n  are  in  my  hands. 


Book  I.         HYMN  LXXXVI.  55 

4  "  I  by  my  holy  name  have  sworn, 

"  Nor  shall  the  word  in  vain  return, 
"  To  me  shall  all  things  bend  the  knee, 
"  And  every  tongue  shall  swear  to  me. J 

5  "  In  me  alone  shall  men  confess, 

"  L  es  all  their  strength  and  righteousness : 
"  But  such  as  dare  despise  my  name, 
"  I'll  clothe  them  with  eternal  shame. 

6  "  In  me  the  Lord  shall  all  the  seed 
"  Of  Isr'el  from  their  sins  be  freed, 
"  And  by  their  shining  graces  prove 

Ci  Their  int'rest  in  my  pard'ning  love.', 
HYMN  85.  Short  Metre. 

1  TTIE  Lord  on  high  proclaims 

J.     His  Godhead  from  his  throne  ; 
"  Mercy  and  Justice  are  the  names 
"  By  which  I  will  be  known. 

2  "  Ye  dying  souls  that  sit 

"  In  darkness  and  distress, 
"  Look  from  the  borders  of  the  pit 
"  To  my  recov'ring  grace." 

3  Sinners  shall  hear  the  sound  ; 

Their  thankful  tongues  shall  own, 
"  Our  righteousness  and  strength  is  found 
"  In  thee,  the  Lord,  alone. " 

4  In  thee  shall  Isr'el  trust, 

And  ::ee  their  guilt  for^iv'n  ;  ^ 
God  will  pronounce  the  sinners  just, 
And  take  the  saints  to  heav'n. 
HYMN  86.  Common  Metre. 
OW  should  the  sons  of  Adam's  race 
.   Be  pure  before  their  God  ! 
If  he  contend  in  righteousness, 
"We  fall  beneath  his  rod. 


■H 


»'  HYMN  LXXXVII.        Bock  I. 

2  To  vindicate  my  words  and  thoughts 

I'll  make  no  more  pretence  ; 
-Not  one  of  all  my  thousand  faults 
Can  bear  a  just  defence. 

3  Strong  is  his  arm,  his  heart  is  wise; 

What  vain  presumers  dare 
Against  their  Maker's  hand  to  rise, 
Or  tempt  th'  unequal  war  ? 
5  [Mountains  by  his  almighty  wrath 
From  their  old  seats  are  torn  ; 
He  shakes  the  earth  from  south  to  north, 
And  all  her  pillars  mourn. 

5  He  bids  the  sun  forbear  to  rise  \ 

Th'  obedient  sun  forbears  : 
His  hand  with  sackcloth  spreads  the  skies, 
And  seals  up  all  the  stars. 

6  He  walks  upon  the  stormy  sea  y 

Flies  on  the  stormy  wind  ; 
There's  none  can  trace  his  wond'rous  way, 
Or  his  dark  footsteps  find.] 

HYMN  87.  Long  Metre. 

1  HPHUS  saith  the  High  and  Lofty  One, 

-&-     "  I  sit  upon  my  holy  throne  ; 
"  My  name  is  God ;  I  dwell  on  high  ; 
"  Dwell  in  my  ov/n  eternity. 

2  "  But  I  descend  to  worlds  below  ; 
"  On  earth  I  have  a  mansion  too  ; 
"  The  humble  spirit  and  contrite 
"  Is  an  abode  of  my  delight. 

3  "  The  humble  soul  my  words  revive, 
"  I  bid  the  mourning  sinner  live  ; 

"  Heal  all  the  broken  hearts  I  find, 
"  And  ease  the  sorrows  of  the  mind. 


Boo!c  I.       HYMN  LXXXVlir.  57 

4  "  [When  I  contend  against  their  sin, 

"1  make  them  know  how  vile  they've  been; 
"  But  should  my  wrath  forever  smoke, 
"Their  souls  would  sink  beneath  my  stroke.' 

5  Oh  may  thy  pard'ning  grace  be  nigh, 
Lest  we  should  faint,  despair,  and  die  ! 
Thus  shall  our  better  thoughts  approve 
The  methods  of  thy  chast'ning  love.] 

HYMN  88.  Long  Metre. 
-  J  IFE  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord,    — - 

-Lrf  The  time  t'ensure  the  great  reward  -y 
And  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn, 
The  vilest  sinner  may  return. 

2  [Life  is  the  hour  that  God  hath  giv'n 
To  'scape  from  hell  and  fly  to  heav'n  j 
The  day  of  grace  and  mortals  may 
Secure  the  blessings  of  the  day.]  ' 

3  The  living  know  that  they  must  die  ; 
But  all  the  dead  forgotten  lie  ; 
Their  mem'ry  and  their  sense  is  gone, 
Alike  unknowing  and  unknown. 

4  [Their  hatred  and  their  love  is  lost, 
Their  envy  bury'd  in  the  dust ; 
They  have  no  share  in  all  that's  done 
Beneath  the  circuit  of  the  sun.] 

5  Then  what  my  thoughts  design  to  do, 
My  hands,  with  all  your  might  pursue  ; 
Since  no  device,  nor  work  is  found, 

Nor  faith,  nor  hope,  beneath  the  ground. 

6  There  are  no  acts  of  pardon  past 

In  the  cold  grave  to  which  we  haste  : 
But  darkness,  death,  and  long  despair, 
Reign  in  eternal  silence  there. 


58  HYMN  XC.  Book  I. 

HYMN  89.  Long  Metre. 

1  ^V7*E  sons  of  Adam,  vain  and  young, 

X  Indulge  your  eyes,indulge  your  tongue; 
Taste  the  delights  your  souls  desire, 
And  give  a  loose  to  all  your  fire  : 

2  Pursue  the  pleasures  you  design, 

And  cheer  your  hearts  with  songs  and  wine ; 
Enjoy  the  day  of  mirth  ;  but  know 
There  Is  a  day  of  judgment  too. 

3  God  from  on  high  beholds  your  thoughts  > 
His  book  records  your  sacred  faults  ; 
The  works  of  darkness  you  have  done 

'Must  all  appear  before  the  sun. 

4  The  veng'ance  to  your  follies  due, 
Should    strike    your    hearts    with    terror 

through  : 
How  will  you  stand  before  his  face, 
Or  answer  for  his  injur'd  grace  ? 

5  Almighty  God,  turn  off  their  eyes 
From  these  alluring  vanities  ; 
And  let  the  thunder  of  thy  word 
Awake  their  souls  to  fear  the  Lord. 

HYMN  90.   Common  Metre. 
O,  the  young  tribes  of  Adam  rise, 
And  through  all  nature  rove, 
Fulfil  the  wishes  of  their  eyes, 

And  taste  the  joys  they  love. 
They  give  a  loose  to  wild  desires  -y 

But  let  the  sinn-  rs  know, 
The  strict  account  that  God  requires 

Of  all  the  works  they  do. 
The  Judge  prepares  his  throne  on  high, 
The  frighted  earth  and  seas 


'L 


Book  I.  HYMN  XCII.  53 

Avoid  the  fury  of  his  eye, 
And  fiee  before  his  face. 
4  How  shall  I  bear  that  dreadful  day, 
And  stand  the  fiery  test ! 
I'd  give  all  mortal  joys  away 
To  be  for  ever  blest. 

HYMN  91.   Long  Metre. 
■  1   iy[0W  ^  the  heat  of  youthful  blood, 
JL  l    Remember  your  Creator,  God  : 
Behold,  the  months  come  hast'ning  on 
When  you  shall  say,  "My  joys  are  gone.', 

2  Behold  the  aged  sinner  goes, 
Laden  with  guilt  and  heavy  woes, 
Dowfl  to  the  regions  of  the  dead, 
With  endless  curses  on  his  head. 

3  The  dust  returns  to  dust  again  ; 
The  soul  in  agonies  of  pain, 
Ascends  to  God  ;  not  there  to  dwell, 
But  hears  her  doom  and  sinks  to  hell. 

4  Eternal  King  !  I  fear  thy  name  : 
Teach  me  to  know  how  frail  I  am  : 
And  when  my  soul  must  hence  remove, 
Give  me  a  mansion  in  thy  love. 

HYMN  92.  Short  Metre. 

1  OHALL  Wisdom  cry  aloud, 
O   And  not  her  speech  be  heard  ? 
The  voice  of  God's  eternal  word, 

Deserves  it  no  regard  ? 

2  ".  I  was  his  chief  delight, 

"  His  everlasting  Son, 
"  Before  the  first  of  all  his  works 
"  Creation  was  begun. 
5  "  [Before  the  flying  clouds, 
"  Before  the  solid  land, 


2  a 


00  HYMN  XCTII.  Book  I. 

"  Before  the  fields,  before  the  floods, 
"  I  dwelt  at  his  right  hand. 
J,  "  When  he  adorn'd  the  skies, 

"  And  built  them,  I  was  there,  < 
u  To  order  when  the  sun  should  rise, 
"  And  marshal  every  star. 

5  u  When  he  pour'd  out  the  sea, 

(i  And  spread  the  flowing  deep  ; 
"  I  gave  the  flood  a  firm  decree, 
"  In  its  own  bounds  to  keep.] 

6  "  Upon  the  empty  air 

"  The  earth  was  ballanc'd  well  : 

"  With  joy  I  saw  the  mansion  where 

"  The  sons  of  men  should  dwell. 

7  "  My  busy  thoughts  at  first 

"  Oh  their  salvation  ran, 
"  Ere  sin  was  born,  or  Adam's  dust 
"  Was  fashion'd  to  a  man. 
•  8  "  Then  come,  receive  my  grace, 
"  Ye  children,  and  be  wise 4 
"  Happy,  the  man  that  keeps  my  ways, 
"  The  man  that  shuns  them  dies." 
HYMN  93.    Long  Metre. 

1  rpHUS  saith  the  wisdom  of  the  Lord, 

X    "  Bless'd  is  the  man  that  hears  my 
word  ; 
"  Keeps  daily  watch  before  my  gates, 
"  And  at  my  feet  for  mercy  waits. 

2  "  The  soul  that  seeks  me  shall  obtain 
"  Immortal  wealth  and  heav'nly  gain  > 
M  Immortal  life  is  his  reward, 

"  Life,  and  the  favour  of  the  Lord. 

3  "  But  the  vile  wretch  that  flies  from  me 
"  Doth  his  own  soul  an  injury  ; 


Book  I.  HYMN  XCV.  oi 

"  Fools,  that  against  my  grace  rebel, 
"  Seek  death,  and  love  the  road  to  hell.  . 
HYMN  94.  Common  Metre. 
"I   V^A IN  are  the  hopes  the  sons  of  men 
r  V     On  their  own  works  have  built  : 
Their  hearts  by  nature  all  unclean, 
And  all  their  actions  guilt. 

2  Let  Jew  and  Gentile  stop  their  mouths, 

Without  a  murm'ring  word, 
And  the  whole  race  of  Adam  stand 
Guilty  before  the  Lord. 

3  In  vain  we  ask  God's  righteous  law 

To  justify  us  now, 
Since  to  convince  and  to  condemn 
Is  all  the  law  can  do. 

4  Jesus,  how  glorious  is  thy  grace  J 

When  in  thy  name  we  trust, 
Our  faith  receives  a  righteousness 
That  makes  the  sinner  just. 

NHYMN  95.  Common  Metre. 
Of  all  the  outward  forms  on  earth, 
Nor  rites  that  God  has  giv'n, 
Nor  will  of  man,  nor  blood,  nor  birth, 
Can  raise  a  soul  to  heav'n. 

2  The  sovereign  will  of  God  alone 

Creates  us  heirs  of  grace  : 
Born  in  the  image  of  his  Son, 
A  new  peculiar  race. 

3  The  Spirit,  like  some  heav 'nly  wind, 

Blows  on  the  sons  of  flesh, 
New-models  all  the  carnal  mind, 
And  iorms  the  man  afresh. 

4  Our  quicken'd  souls  awake  and  rise 

From  the  long  sleep  of  death  ; 


$2  HYMN  XCVII.  Bookl. 

On  heav'nly  things  we  fix  our  eyes, 
And  praise  employs  our  breath. 
HYMN  96.  Common  Metre 

1  T>  UT  few  among  the  carnal  wise, 
JO  But  few  of  noble  race, 
Obtain  the  favour  of  thine  eyes, 

Almighty  King  of  grace  ! 

2  He  takes  the  men  of  meanest  name 

For  sons  and  heirs  of  God  : 
And  thus  he  pours  abundant  shame 
On  honourable  blood. 

3  He  calls  the  fool,  and  makes  him  know 

The  myst'ries  of  his  grace, 
To  bring  aspiring  wisdom  low, 
And  all  its  pride  abase. 

4  Nature  hath  all  its  glories  lost, 

When  brought  before  his  throne  ; 
No  flesh  shall  in  his  presence  boast, 
But  in  the  Lord  alone. 

HYMN  97.  Long  Metre. 

1  BURY'D  in  shadows  of  the  night, 
JD  We  lie  till  Christ  restores  the  light ; 
Wisdom  descends  to  heal  the  blind, 
And  chase  the  darkness  of  the  mind. 

2  Our  guilty  souls  are  drown'd  in  tears, 
Till  his  atoning  blood  appears : 
Then  we  awake  from  deep  distress, 

And  sing,  "  The  Lord  our  righteousness." 

3  Our  very  frame  is  mix'd  with  sin ; 
His  spirit  makes  our  natures  clean  ; 
Such  virtues  from  his  sufferings  flow, 
At  once  to  cleanse  and  pardon  too. 

4  Jesus  beholds  where  Satan  reigns, 
Binding  his  slaves  in  heavy  chains ; 


Book  I.  HYMN  XCIX  63 

lie  sets  the  pris'ners  free,  and  breaks 
The  iron  bondage  from  our  necks. 

5  Poor  helpless  worms  in  thee  possess 
Grace,  wisdom, power  and  righteousness , 
Thou  art  our  mighty  all,  and  we 
Give  our  whole  selves,  O  Lord,  to  thee. 
HYMN  98.     Short  Metre. 
J    rjOW  heavy  is  the  night 
X  JL  That  hangs  upon  our  eyes, 
Till  Christ,  with  his  reviving  light, 
Over  our  souls  arise  ! 

2  Our  guilty  spirits  dread 

To  meet  the  wrath  of  hcav'n  ; 
But  in  his  righteousness  array'd, 
AVe  see  our  sins  forgiv'n. 

3  Unholy  and  impure 

Are  all  our  thoughts  and  ways, 
His  hands,  infected  nature  cure 
With  sanctifying  grace. 

4  The  powers  of  hell  agree 

To  hold  our  souls  in  vain  ; 
He  sets  the  sons  of  bondage  free, 
And  breaks  the  cursed  chain. 

5  Lord,  we  adore  thy  ways, 

To  bring  us  near  to  God  ; 
Thy  sov'reign  power,  thy  healing  grac-e^ 
And  thine  atoning  blood. 

HYMN  99.     Common  Metre. 

1  \  TAIN  are  the  hopes  that  rebels  place 

V     Upon  their  birth  and  blood,. 
Descended  from  a  pious  race  $ 
(Their  fathers  now  with  God.)   • 

2  He  from  the  caves  of  earth  and  h 

Can  take  the  hardest  stones, 

O    f-.    o 


64  HYMN  CI.  Book  I- 

And  fill  the  house  of  Abrani  well 
With  new-created  sons. 
3  Such  wond'rous  power  doth  he  possess, 
Who  form'd  our  mortal  frame  ; 
Who  cail'd  the  world  from  emptiness  ; 
The  world  obey'd  and  came. 
HYMN  100.    Long  Metre. 

1  TVTOT  to  condemn  the  sons  of  men, 

JL 11    Did  Christ  the  Son  of  God  appear ; 
No  weapons  in  his  hands  are  seen, 
No  flaming  sword,  nor  thunder  there. 

2  Such  was  the  pity  of  our  God, 
He  lov'd  the  race  of  men  so  well, 
He  sent  his  son  to  bear  our  load 
Of  sins,  and  save  our  souls  from  hell. 

3  Sinners,  believe  the  Saviour's  word, 
Trust  in  his  mighty  name  and  live  ; 
A  thousand  joys  his  lips  afford, 

His  hands  a  thousand  blessings  give. 

4  But  vengeance  and  damnation  lies 
On  rebels  who  refuse  the  grace  ; 
Who  Gods  eternal  Son  despise, 
The  hottest  hell  shall  be  their  place. 

HYMN  101.  Long  Metre. 

1  T7TTHO  can  describe  the  joys  that  rise, 

V  V    Through  all  the  courts  of  paradise. 
To  see  a  prodigal  return, 
To  see  an  heir  of  glory  born  ? 

2  With  joy  the  Father  doth  approve 
The  fruit  of  his  eternal  love  ; 

The  Son  with  joy  looks  down  and  sees 
The  purchase  of  his  agonies. 

3  The  Spirit  takes  delight  to  view 
The  holy  soul  he  form'd  anew  1 


Book  I.  HYMN  Cir.  65 

And  saints  and  angels  join  to  sing 
The  growing  empire  of  their  King. 

HYMN  102.    Lon^  Metre. 

1  [R v^.'^  are  the  numbJe  sou^s  tnat  see 

JJ  Their  emptiness  and  poverty  : 
Treasures  of  grace  to  them  are  giv'n, 
And  crowns  of  joy  laid  up  in  heav'n.] 

2  [Bless'd  are  the  men  of  broken  heart, 
Who  mourn  for  sin  with  inward  smart  ; 
The  blood  of  Christ  divinely  flows, 

A  healing  balm  for  all  their  woes.] 

3  [Bless'd  are  the  meek,  who  stand  afar 
From  rage  and  passion,  noise  and  war; 
God  will  secure  their  happy  state, 

And  plead  their  cause  against  the  great.] 
f-  [Blest  are  the  souls  that  thirst  for  grace, 
Hunger  and  long  for  righteousness  ; 
They  shall  be  well  supplied  and  fed 
With  living  streams  and  living  bread.] 
i   [Bless'd  are  the  men  whose  bowels  move, 
And  melt  with  sympathy  and  love  • 
From  Christ  the  Lord  shall  they  obtain 
Like  sympathy  and  love  again.] 
[Bless'd  are  the  pure  whose  hearts  are  clean 
From  the  defiling  power  of  sin  % 
With  endless  pleasure  they  shall  see 
A  God  of  spotless  purity.] 
[Bless'd  arc  the  men  of  peaceful  life, 
Who  quench  the  coals  of  growing  strife  * 
They  shall  be  called  the  heirs  of  bliss, 
The  sons  of  God,  the  God  of  peace.} 
[Bless'd  are  the  sufFrers  who  partake 
Of  pain  and  shame  for  Jesus'  sake  \ 


66  HYMN  CIV.  Book  I 

Their  souls  shall  triumph  in  the  Lord, 
Glory  and  joy  are  their  reward.] 
HYMN  103.  Common  Metre. 

1  T^M  not  asham'd  to  own  my  Lord, 
JL    Or  to  defend  his  cause, 
Maintain  the  honour  of  his  word, 

The  glory  of  his  cross. 

2  Jesus,  my  God !  I  know  his  name, 

His  name  is  all  my  trust ; 
Nor  will  he  put  my  soul  to  shame, 
Nor  let  my  hope  be  lost. 

3  Firm  as  his  throne  his  promise  stands, 

And  he  can  well  secure 
What  I've  committed  to  his  hands, 
Till  the  decisive  hour. 

4  Then  will  he  own  my  worthless  name 

Before  his  Father's  face, 
And  in  the  new  Jerusalem 
Appoint  my  soul  a  place. 
HYMN  104.  Common  Metre. 

1  iCjOT  the  malicious  or  profane, 
xH    The  wanton  or  the  proud, 

Nor  thieves,  nor  sland'rers  shall  obtain 
The  kingdom  of  our  God. 

2  Surprising  grace .!  and  such  were  we 

By  nature  and  by  sin, 

Heirs  of  immortal  misery, 

Unholy  and  unclean. 

3  But  we  are  wash'd  in  Jesus'  blood, 

We're  pardon'd  through  his  name  ;. 
And  the  good  Spirit  of  our  God 
Hath  sanctify' d  our  frame. 

4  O  for  a  persevering  power, 

To  keep  thy  just  commands ! 


Book  I.  HYMN  CVI.  67 

We  would  defile  our  hearts  no  more, 
No  more  pollute  our  hands. 
HYMN  105.  Common  Metre. 

1  l^TOR  eye  hath  seen,  nor  ear  has  heard, 
1~\    Nor  sense  nor  reason  known, 
What  joys  the  Father  has  prepar'd 

For  those  that  love  the  Son. 

2  But  the  good  Spirit  of  the  Lord 

Reveals  a  heav'n  to  come  ; 

The  beams  of  glory  in  his  word, 

Allure  and  guide  us  home. 

3  Pure  are  the  joys  above  the  sky, 

And  all  the  region  peace  ; 
No  wanton  lips,  nor  envious  eye, 
Can  see  or  taste  the  bliss. 

4  Those  holy  gates  forever  bar 

Pollution,  sin,  and  shame  ; 
None  shall  obtain  admittance  there, 
But  followers  of  the  Lamb. 

5  He  keeps  the  Father's  book  of  life, 

There  all  their  names  are  found  -9 
The  hypocrite  in  vain  shall  strive 
To  tread  the  heav'nly  ground. 

HYMN  106.    Short  Metre. 

1  QHALL  we  go  on  to  sin 

O  Because  t»iy  grace  abounds, 
Or  crucify  the  Lord  again, 
And  open  all  his  wounds  ? 

2  Forbid  it,  mighty  God  ' 

Nor  let  it  e'er  be  said, 
That  we,  whose  sins  are  crucify'd, 
Should  raise  them  from  the  dead. 
5  We  will  be  slaves  no  more, 

Since  Christ  has  made  us  free, 


£8  HYMN  CVIII.  Book  I. 

Has  nailed  our  tyrants  to  his  cross, 
And  bought  our  liberty. 

HYMN  107.   Long  Metre. 

1  T\ECEIV'D  by  subtle  snares  of  hell, 
JLJ  Adam,  our  head,  our  father  fell, 
When  Satan  in  the  serpent  hid, 
Proposed  the  fruit  that  God  forbid. 

2  Death  was  the  threat'ning — Death  began 
To  take  possession  of  the  man  ; 

His  unborn  race  receiv'd  the  wound, 
And  heavy  curses  smote  the  ground. 

3  But  Satan  found  a  worse  reward  ; 
Thus  saith  the  vengeance  of  the  Lord, 
"  Let  everlasting  hatred  be 

"  Betwixt  the  woman's  seed  and  thee. 

4  cc  The  woman's  seed  shall  be  my  Son  ; 

Cf  He  shall  destroy  what  thou  hast  done ; 
"  Shall  break  thy  head,  and  only  kel 
"  Thy  malice  raging  at  his  heel." 

5  [He  spake;  and  bid  four  thousand  years 
Roll  on  ;  at  length  his  son  appears  ; 
Angels,  with  joy  descend  to  earth, 
And  sing  the  young  Redeemer's  birth. 

6  Lo,  by  the  sons  of  hell  he  dies ; 

But  as  he  hung  'twixt  earth  and  skies, 
He  gave  their  prince  a  fatal  blow, 
And  triumph 'd  o'er  the  powers  below.] 
HYMN  108.   Short  Metre. 

1  VTOT  with  our  mortal  eyes 
i-^l    Have  we  beheld  the  Lord, 
Yet  we  rejoice  to  hear  his.  name, 

And  Jove  him  in  his  word. 

2  On  earth  we  want  the  sight 

Of  our  Redeemer's  face, 


Book  I.  IIYMX  CX.  69 

Yet,  Lord,  our  inmost  thoughts  delight 
To  dwell  upon  thy  graee. 
3   And  when  we  taste  thy  love, 
Our  joys  divinely  grow 
Unspeakable  like  those  above, 
And  heav'n  begins  below. 
HYMN  109.    Long  Metre. 

1  ]VT°  more'  mY  t'od,  I  boast  no  more  - 
1 »    Of  all  the  duties  I  have  done  - 

1  quit  the  hopes  I  held  before, 
To  trust  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

2  Now  for  the  love  I  bear  his  name, 

What  was  my  gain,  I  count  my  loss  j 
My  former  pride  I  call  my  shame, 
And  nail  my  glory  to  his  cross. 

3  Yes,  and  I  must  and  will  esteem 

All  things  but  loss,  for  Jesus'  sake  : 
O  may  my  soul  be  found  in  him, 
And  of  his  righteousness  partake  ! 

4  The  best  obedience  of  my  hands 

Dares  not  appear  before  thy  throne  : 
But  iaith  can  answer  thy  demands, 
By  pleading  what  my  Lord  has  done. 
HYMN  110.  Common  Metre. 

1  H^HERE  is  a  house  not  made  with  hands, 

X     Eternal,  and  on  high  ; 
And  here  my  spirit  waiting  stands, 
Till  God  shall  bid  it  fly 

2  Shortly  this  prison  of  my  clay 

Must  be  dissolv'd  and  fa^ll ; 

Then,  O  my  soul,  with  joy  obey 

Thy  heav  nly  Father's  call. 

3  Tis  he,  by  his  almighty  grace, 

That  forms  thee  fit  for  heav'n  > 


70  HYMN  CXI.  Book  I. 

And  as  an  earnest  of  the  place, 
Has  his  own  Spirit  giv'n. 

4  We  walk  by  faith  of  joys  to  come  \ 

Faith  lives  upon  his  word  ; 
But  while,  the  body  is  our  home, 
We're  absent  from  the  Lord. 

5  Tis  pleasant  to  believe  thy  grace, 

But  we  had  rather  see  ; 
We  would  be  absent  from  the  flesh, 
And  present,  Lord,  with  thee. 

HYMN  111.  Common  Metre. 

1  [T    ORD,  we  confess  our  numerous  faults, 

X-j  How  great  our  guilt  has  been  ; 
Foolish  and  vain  were  all  our  thoughts, 
And  all  our  lives  were  sin. 

2  But,  O  my  soul,  for  ever  praise, 

For  ever  love  his  name  ; 
Who  turns  thy  feet  from  dang'rous  ways 
Of  folly,  sin,  and  shame.] 

3  [Tis  not  by  works  of  righteousness 

:  Which  our  own  hands  have  done  ; 
But  we  are  sav'd  by  sovereign  grace, 
Abounding  through  his  Son.] 

4  Tis  from  the  mercy  of  our  God 

That  all  our  hopes  begin  : 
Tis  by  the  water  and  the  blood, 
Our  souls  are  wash'd  from  sin. 

5  Tis  through  the  purchase  of  his  death, 

Who  hung  upon  the  tree, 
The  Spirit  is  sent  down  to  breathe 
On  such  dry  bones  as  we. 

6  Ra;s'd  from  the  dead,  we  live  anew  \ 

And  justify 'd  by  grace, 


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We  shall  appear  in  glory  too, 
And  see  our  Father's  face. 
HYMN  112.  Common  Metre. 

SO  did  the  Hebrew  prophet  raise,. 
The  brazen  serpent  high  : 
The  wounded  felt  immediate  ease, 
The  camp  forbore  to  die. 

2  "  Look  upward  in  the  dying  hour, 

"  And  live,"  the  prophet  cries ;' 
But  Christ  performs  a  nobler  cufe. 
When  faith  lifts  up  her  eyes. 

3  High  on  the  cross  the  Saviour  hung, 

High  in  the  heav'ns  he  reigns  ; 
Here  sinners  by  th*  old  serpent  stung, 
Look,  and  forget  their  pains. 

4  When  God's  own  Son  is  lifted  up, 

^  A  dying  world  revives  : 
The  Jew  beholds  the  glorious  hope, 
Th'  expiring  Gentile  lives. 
HYMN  113.  Common  Metre. 

1  T-T°^V  large  the  Promise  !  how  divine, 
A  X    lo  Abram  and  his  seed  ! 

"  I'll  be  a  God  to  thee  and  thine, 

"  Supplying  all  their  need." 

2  The  words  of  his  extensive  love 

From  age  to  age  endure  ; 
The  angel  of  the  cov  nant  proves, 
And  seals  the  blessing  sure. 

3  Jesus  the  ancient  faith  confirms 

To  our  great  fathers  giv'n  ; 
He  takes  young  children  to  his  arms, 
And  calls  them  heirs  of  heav'n. 

4  Our  God!  how  faithful  are  his  waysi 

His  love  endures  the  same  -9 

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Nor  from  the  promise  of  his  grace 
Blots  out  his  children's  name. 
HYMN  114.  Common  Metre. 
i   /^  ENTILES  by  nature,  we  belong 
vJX*To  the  wild  olive-wood  ; 
Grace  -takes  us  from  the  barren  tree, 
And  grafts  us  in  the  good. 
.2  With  the  same  blessings  grace  endows 
The  Gentile  and  the  Jew  : 
If  pure  and  holy  be  the  root, 
Such  are  the  branches  too. 

3  Then  let  the  children  of  the  saints 

Be  dedicate  to  God  ! 
Pour  out  thy  Spirit  on  them,  Lord, 
And  wash  them  in  thy  blood. 

4  Thus  to  the  parents  and  their  seed 

Shall  thy  salvation  come, 
And  numerous  households  meet  at  last 
In  one  eternal  home. 
HYMN  115.  Common  Metre. 

1  T    ORD,  how  secure  my  conscience  was, 
1  ^  And  felt  no  inward  dread  ! 

I  was  alive  without  the  law, 

And  thought  my  sins  were  dead, 

2  My  hopes  of  heav'n  were  firm  and  bright ; 

But  since  the  precept  came 
With  a  convincing  power  and  light, 
I  find  how  vile  I  am. 

3  [My  guilt  appear'd  but  small  before, 

Till  terribly  I  saw 
How  perfect,  holy,  just,  and  pure, 
Was  thine  eternal  law. 

4  Then  felt  my. soul  the  heavy  load, 

My  sins  reviv'd  again ; 


Book  I.  HYMN  CXVir. 

I' had  provok'd  a  dreadful  God, 
And  all  my  hopes  were  slain.] 

5  i'm  like  a  helpless  captive  sold 

Under  the  power  of  sin  ; 
I  cannot  do  the  good  I  would, 
Nor  keep  my  conscience  clean. 

6  My  God  I  cry  with  every  breath, 

For  some  kind  power  to  save, 
To  break  the  yoke  of  sin  and  death, 
And  thus  redeem  the  slave. 

HYMN  116.   Long  Metre. 

1  HPHUS  saith  the  first,  the  great  com- 

-*.       mand, 
"  Let  all  thy  inward  powers  unite 

<'\Tr  l°Ve  thy  Maker  and  thv  God> 
With  utmost  vigour  and  delight. 

2  «  IueU  S!1?11  thy  neighbour  next  in  place 

j  Share  thine  affections  and  esteem  $ 

*  And  let  thy  kindness  to  thyself 

1  Measure  and  rule  thy  love  to  him," 

3  This  is  the  sense  that  Moses  spoke, 
This  did  the  prophets  preach  and  prove  . 
*or  want  of  this  the  law  is  broke, 
And  the  whole  law's  fulfill'd  by  love. 

t   But  O  how  base  our  passions  are  ! 
How  cold  our  charity  and  zeal  ! 
Lord,  fill  our  souls  with  heav'nly  fire, 
Or  we  shall  ne'er  perform  thy  will. 

HYMN  117.   Long  Metre. 

^FlEH0LD  the  potter  and  the  cW, 
c     ,   .He  forms  his  vessels  as  he  please  : 
Such  is  our  God,  and  such  are  we 
The  subjects  of  his  high  decrees. 


74  HYMN  CXVIII.  Book  I, 

2  Doth  riot  the  workman's  power  extend 

O'er  all  the  mass,  which  part  to  choose, 
And  mould  it  for  a  noble*  end, 
And  which  to  leave  for  viler  use  ?] 

3  May  not  the  sov'reign  Lord  on  high 

Dispense  his  favours  as  he  will ; 
Choose  some  to  life,  while  others  die, 
And  yet  he  just  and  gracious  still? 

4  [What,  if  to  make  his  terror  known, 

He  lets  his  patience  long  endure, 
SufPring  vile  rebels  to  go  on, 

And  seal  their  own  destruction  sure  ? 

5  What  if  he  means  to  show  his  grace, 

And  his  electing  love  employs, 
To  mark  out  some  of  mortal  race, 
And  form  them  lit  for  heav  nly  joys?] 

6  Shall  man  reply  against  the  Lord, 

And  call  his'Maker's  ways  unjust,    . 
The  thunder  of  whose  dreadful  word 
Can  crush  a  thousand  worlds  to  dust  ? 

7  But  O  my  soul,  if  truths  so  bright 

Should  dazzle  and  confound  thy  sight, 
Yet  still  his  written  will  obey, 
And  wait  the  great  decisive  day. 

8  Then  shall  he  make  his  justice  known, 

And  the  whole  world  before  his  throne, 
With  joy  or  terror  shall  confess 
The  glory  of  his  righteousness. 

HYMN  118.  Short  Metre. 
1  HPHE  law  by  Moses  came, 

X    But  peace,  and  truth,  and  love, 
WTere  brought  by  Christ  (a  nobler  name) 
Descending  from  above. 


Book  I.  HYMN  CXX.  75 

2  Amidst  the  house  of  God 

Their  difFrent  works  were  done; 
Moses  a  faithful  servant  stood, 
But  Christ  a  faithful  Son. 

3  Then  to  his  new  commands 

Be  strict  obedience  paid  ; 
O'er  all  his  Father's  house  he  stands 
The  sovereign  and  the  head. 

4  The  man  that  durst  despise 

The  law  that  Moses  brought, 
Behold  !   how  terribly  he  dies 
For  his  presumptuous  fault. 

5  But  sorer  veangeance  falls 

On  that  rebellious  race, 
Who  hate  to  hear  when  Jesus  calls,  ; 
And  dare  resist  his  grace. 

HYMN  119.  Common  Metre. 

1  /CHRIST  and  his  cross  is  ail^our  theme, 
V>>  The  myst'ries  that  we  speak 

Are  scandal  in  the  Jew's  esteem, 
And  folly  to  the  Greek. 

2  But  souls  enlighten'd  from  above 

With  joy  receive  the  word  ; 
They  see  what  wisdom,  power,  and  love,, 
Shine  in  their  dying  Lord, 

3  The  vital  favour  of  his  name 

Restores  their  fainting  breath.; 
But  unbelief  perverts  the  same 
To  guilt,  despair,  and  death. 

4  Till  God  diffuse  his  graces  down, 

Like  showers  of  heav'nly  rain, 
In  vain  Apollos  sows  the  ground,  , 
And  Paul  may  plant  in  vain. 


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76  HYMN  CXXIL  Book  I. 

HYMN  120.    Common  Metre. 

1  T^AITH  is  the  brightest  evidence 
JL     Of  things  beyond  our  sight, 
Breaks  through  the  cloud  of  flesh  and  sense^ 

And  dwells  in  heav'nly  light. 

2  It  sets  time  past  in  present  view, 

Brings  distant  prospects  home, 
Of  things  a  thousand  years  ago, 
Or  thousand  years  to  come. 

3  By  faith  we  know  the  worlds  were  made 

By  God's  almighty  word  -, 
Abram  to  unknown  countries  led, 
By  faith  obey'd  the  Lord. 

4  He  sought  a  city  fair  and  high, 

Built  by  th'  eternal  hands ; 
And  faith  assures  us,  though  we  die, 
That  heav'nly  building  stands. 
HYMN  121.  Common  Metre. 

1  r'pHUS  saith  the  mercy  of  the  Lord, 

X    "  I'll  be  a  God  to  thee  j 
"  I'll  bless  thy  num'rous  race,  and  they 
"  Shall  be  a  seed  for  me," 

2  Abram  believ'd  the  promis'd  grace, 

And  gave  his  sons  to  God  ; 
But  water  seals  the  blessing  now, 
That  once  was  sealed  with  blood. 

3  Thus  Lydia  sanctify'd  her  house, 

When  she  receiv'd  the  word  j 
Thus  the  believing  Jailor  gave 
His  household  to  the  Lord. 

4  Thus  la^er  saints,  eternal  King  ! 

Thine  ancient  truths  embrace  : 
To  thee  their  infant  offspring  brings 


And  humbly  claim  thy  grace, 


Book  I.         HYMN  CXXIII.  77 

HYMN  122.   Long  Metre. 
I     n\0  we  not  know  that  solemn  word, 

-i^  That  we  are  bury'd  with  the  Lord  ; 

Baptis'd  into  his  death,  and  then 

Put  off  the  body  of  our  sin  ? 

2  Our  souls  receive  diviner  breath, 
Rais'd  from  corruption,  guilt,  and  death  : 
So  from  the  grave  did  Christ  arise, 
And  lives  to  God  above  the  skies. 

3  No  more  let  sin  or  Satan  reign 
Over  our  mortal  flesh  again  ; 
The  various  lusts  we  serv'd  before, 
Shall  have  dominion  now  no  more. 

HYMN  123.  Common  Metre. 
1   T3  EHOLD  the  wretch  whose  lust  and 
JJ  Had  wasted  his  estate,  [wine 

He  begs  a  share  amongst  the  swine, 

To  taste  the  husks  they  eat  ! 

I  die  with  hunger  here,"  he  cries, 

"  I  starve  in  foreign  lands; 
"  My  father's  house  hath  large  supplies, 

"  And  bounteous  are  his  hands. 
u  I'll  go,  and  with  a  mournful  tongue 

"  Fall  down  before  his  face ; 
''  tather,  I've  done  thy  justice  wrong, . 

fC  Nor  can  deserve  thy  grace." 
He  said,  and  hastened  to  his  home, 

To  seek  his  father's  love  ; 
The  father  saw  the  rebel  come, 

And  all  his  bowels  move. 
He  ran,  and  fell  upon  his  neck, 

Embrac'd  and  kiss'd  his  son; 
The  rebel's  heart  wijth  sorrow  brake* 

For  follies  he  had  done. 


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n  HYMN  CXXV.  Book  I. 

6  "  Take  off  his  clothes  of  shame  and  sin, 
{The  father  gives  command) 
"  Dress  him  in  garments  white  and  clean, 
"  With  rings  adorn  his  hand. 

7.  "  A  day  of  feasting  I  ordairi  ; 
"  Let  mirth  and  joy  abound.; 
"  My  Son  was  dead,  and  lives  again, 
"  Was  lost,  and  now  is  found." 

HYMN  124.  Long  Metre. 

1  T"\EEP  in  the  dust  before  thy  throne, 
JL/  Our  guilt  and  our  disgrace  we  own  ; 
Great  God  !  we  own  th*  unhappy  name, 
Whence  sprung  our  nature  and  our  shame. 

2  Adam,  the  sinner  :  at  his  fall, 
Death  like  a  conq'ror  seiz'cl  us  all; 

A  thousand  new-born  babes  are  dead, 
By  fatal  union  to  their  head. 

3  But  whilst  our  spirits,  fill'd  with  awe, 
Behold  the  terrors  of  thy  law, 

We  sing  the  honours  of  thy  grace, 
That  sent  to  save  our  ruin'd  race. 

4  We  sing  thine  everlasting  Son, 
Who  join'd  our  nature  to  his  own  ; 
Adam  the  second,  from  the  dust 
Raises  the  ruins  of  the  first. 

5  [By  the  rebellion  of  one  man 
Through  all  his  seed  the  mischief  ran  4 
And  by  one  man's  obedience  now 
Are  all  his  seed  made  righteous  too. 

6  Where  sin  did  reign^  and  death  abound, 
There  have  the  sons  of  Adam  found 
Abounding  life  ;  there  glorious  grace 
Reigns  through  the  Lord  our  righteousness] 


Book  I.         HYMN  CXXVI.  79 

HYMN  125.  Common  Metre. 

1  TT7TTH joy  we  meditate  the  grace 

V  V     Of  our  High  Priest  above  ; 
His  heart  is  made  of  tenderness, 
1  lis  bowels  melt  with  love. 

2  Touch'd  with  a  sympathy  within, 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame  ; 
He  knows  what  sore  temptations  mean, 
For  he  has  felt  the  same, 

3  But  spotless,  innocent,  and  pure, 

The  great  Reedeemer  stood, 
While  Satan's  fi'ry  darts  he  bore, 
And  did  resist  to  blood. 

4  He  in  the  days  of  feeble  flesh 

Pour'd  out  his  cries  and  tears, 
And  in  his  measure  feels  afresh 
What  every  member  bears. 

5  [He'll  never  quench  the  smoaking  flax, 

But  raise  it  to  a  flame  ; 
The  bruised  reed  he  never  breaks, 
Nor  scorns  the  meanest  name.] 

6  Then  let  our  humble  faith  address 

His  mercy  and  his  power  ; 
We  shall  obtain  deliv'ring  grace 
In  the  distressing  hour. 

HYMN  126.    Long  Metre. 

1  ^T^T  dirFrent  food  nor  dirFrent  dress, 
-L^l    Compose  the  kingdom  of  our  Lord, 
But  peace,  and  joy,  and  righteousness, 
Faith  and  obedience  to  his  word. 

2  When  weaker  christians  we  despise, 
We  do  the  gospel  mighty  wrong  ; 
For  God  the  gracious  and  the  wise 
Receives  the  feeble  with  the  strong. 


80  HYMN  CXXVIII.  Book  I. 

3  Let  pride  and  wrath  be  banish'd  hence, 
Meekness  and  love  our  souls  pursue  ; 
Nor  shall  our  practice  give  offence 
To  saints,  the  Gentile,  or  the  Jew. 
HYMN  127.    Long  Metre. 

1  "/^OME  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls, 

v^  "  Ye  heavy  laden  sinners  come, 
"  I'll  give  you  rest  from  all  your  toils, 
"  And  raise  you  to  my  heav'nly  home, 

2  "  They  shall  find  rest  that  learn  of  me  j 

"  I'm  of  a  meek  and  lowly  mind  ; 
"  But  passion  rages  like  the  sea, 
"  And  pride  is  restless  as  the  wind. 

3  "  Blest  is  the  man  whose  shoulders  take 

"  My  yoke  and  bear  It  with  delight ; 
"  My  yoke  is  easy  to  his  neck, 

"  My  grace  shall  make  the  burden  light.'' 

4  Jesus,  we  come  at  thy  command  : 

With  faith  and  hope  and  humble  zeal, 
Resign  our  spirits  to  thy  hand, 

To  mould  and  guide  us  at  thy  will. 
HYMN  128.  Long  Metre. 

1  "/"^  O  preach  my  gospel,"  saith  the  Lord, 

VX  <*"  Bid  the  whole  earth  my  grace  re- 
ceive ; 
"  He  shall  be  sav'd  that  trusts  my  word  : 
"  He  shall  be  damn'd  that  won't  believe, 

2  "  [I'll  make  your  great  commission  known, 
"  And  ye  shall  prove  rrfy  gospel  true, 

"  By  all  the  works  that  I  have  done, 
"  By  all  the  wonders  ye  shall  do. 

3  "  Go  heal  the  sick,  go  raise  the  dead, 
"  Go  cast  out  devils  in  my  name  ; 


"WU1V  «-  •  hi  ivi  i\    ^  J\  A  A  . 

"  Nor  let  my  prophets  be  afraid, 
'Though    Greeks    reproach,   and    Jews 
blaspheme.] 

4  T  T^each  a11  tne  nations  my  commands ; 

I  m  with  you  till  the  world^shalj  end  ; 
'  All  power  is  trusted  in  my  hands, 
"  I  can  destroy,  and  can  defend. " 

5  He  spake,  and  light  shone  round  his  head  ; 
Un  a  bright  cloud  to  heav'n  he  rode  : 

I  hey  to  the  farthest  nation  spread 
The  grace  of  their  ascended  God. 

HYMN  129.  Long  Metre. 

1  S AJ^TSy  at  y°UT  hcav,nly  Father's  word 
^  Give  up  your  comforts  to  the  Lord  ; 
He  shall  restore  what  you  resign, 

Or  grant  you  blessings  more  divine. 

2  So  Abram  with  obedient  hand 

Led  forth  his  son  at  God's  command  ; 
1  he  wood,  the  fire,  the  knife,  he  took, 
liis  arm  prepaid  the  dreadful  stroke. 

3  «  ^^  forbear>"  *e  angel  cried, 

: ;  1  hy  faith  is  known,  thy  love  is  tried  : 

«  qu VT shalJ  Jivc> and  in  thy seed 

Mali  the  whole  earth  bebless'd  indeed." 

4  £"st  in  the  Ias*  distressing  hour, 
The  Lord  displays  deliv'ring  power  » 
1  he  mount  of  danger  is  the  place 
Where  we  shall'  see  surprising  grace. 

HYMN  130.  Long  Metre. 

1  1V9^T  by  the  bowels  of  my  God> 

£  ^  His  sharp  distresses  sore  complaints, 
By  his  last  groans,  his  dying  blood, 
*  charge  my  soul  to  love  the  saints. 


B' 


82  HYMN    LAAV,  Uook  I. 

2  Clamour,  and  wrath,  and  war,  begone, 
Envy  and  spite  for  ever  cease  ; 

Let  bitter  words  no  more  be  known 
Amongst  the  saints,  the  sons  of  peace. 

3  The  Spirit,  like  a  peaceful  dove, 

Flies  from  the  realms  of  noise  and  strife  ; 
Why  should  we  vex  and  grieve  his  love, 
Who  seals  our  souls  to  heav'nly  life  ? 

4  Tender  and  kind  be  all  our  thoughts  ; 
Through  all  our  lives  let  mercy  run  ; 
So  God  forgives  our  num'rous  faults, 
For  the  dear  sake  of  Christ  his  Son. 

HYMN  131.  Long  Metre. 
iEHOLD  how  sinners  disagree, 
_>  The  Publican  and  Pharisee  h 
One  doth  his  righteousness  proclaim, 
The  other  owns  his  guilt  and  shame. 
This  man  at  humble  distance  stands, 
And  cries  for  grace  with  lifted  hands; 
That  boldly  rises  near  the  throne, 
And  talks  of  duties  he  hath  done. 
The  Lord  their  different  language  knows, 
And  different  answers  he  bestows  ; 
The  humble  soul  with  grace  he  crowns  ; 
Whilst  on  the  proud  his  anger  frowns. 
Dear  Father,  let  me  never  be 
Join'd  with  the  boasting  Pharisee : 
I  have  no  merits  of  my  own, 
But  plead  the  sufferings  of  thy  Son. 
HYMN  152.  Long  Metre, 

SO  let  our  lips  and  lives  express 
The  holy  gospel  we  profess  ; 
So  let  our  works  and  virtues  shine, 
To  prove  the  doctrine  all  divine. 


Book  I.         HYMN  CXXXIir.  g* 

2  Thus  shall  we  best  proclaim  abroad 
The  honours  of  our  Saviour  God  : 
When  the  salvation  reigns  within, 
And  grace  subdues  the"  power  of  sin. 

3  Our  flesh  and  sense  must  be  deny'd, 
Passion  and  envy,  lust  and  pride  ; 
While  justice,  temp'rance,  truth,  and  love, 
Our  inward  piety  approve. 

4  Religion  bears  our  spirits  up, 
While  we  expect  that  blessed  hope, 
The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord, 
And  faith  stands  leaning  on  his  word. 

HYMN  133..     Common  Metre. 

1  ET  pharisecs  of  high  esteem 
A- '  Their  faith  and  zeal  declare, 
All  their  religion  is  a  dream, 

If  love  be  wanting  there. 

2  Love  suffers  long  with  patient  eyes; 

Nor  is  provok'd  in  haste  ; 
She  lets  the  present  inj'ry  die, 
And  long  forgets  the  past. 

3  [Malice  and  rage,  those  fires  of  hell, 

She  quenches  with  her  tongue, 
Hopes,  and  believes,  and  thinks  no  ill, 
I  hough  she  endures  the  wrong.] 
4-  [She  nor  desires  nor  seeks  to  know 
'  Ihe  scandals  of  the  time; 
Nor  looks  with  pride  on  those  below 
Nor  envies  those  that  climb.] 
5  She  lays  her  own  advantage  by 
To  seek  her  neighbour's  good  ; 
&o  l>od  s  own  Son  came  down  to  die, 
And  bought  our  lives  with  blood.  ' 
2  i 


G4  HYMN  CXXXV.         Book  I. 

6  Love  is  the  grace  that  keeps  her  power 

In  all  the  realms  above  ; 
There  faith  and  hope  are  known  no  more, 

But  saints  forever  love. 

HYMN  134.     Long  Metre. 

1  TJ  AD  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews, 
.JlJl  And  nobler  speech  than  angels  use, 
If  love  be  absent,  I  am  found 

Like  tinkling  brass,  an  empty  sound. 

2  Were  I  inspir'd  to  preach  and  tell 
All  that  is  done  in  heav'n  and  hell ; 
Or  could  my  faith  the  world  remove, 
Still  I  am  nothing  without  love. 

3  Should  I  distribute  all  my  store 
To  feed  the  bowels  of  the  poor, 
Or  give  my  body  to  the  flame 

To  gain  a  martyr's  glorious  name : 

4  If  love  to  God  and  love  to  men, 
Be  absent,  all  my  hopes  are  vain. 
Nor  tongues,  nor  gifts,  nor  fi'ry  zeal, 
The  work  of  love  can  ne'er  fulfil. 

HYMN  135.     Long  Metre. 
1   piOME,  dearest  Lord,  descend  and  dwell 
V^  By  faith  and  love  in  every  breast ; 
Then  shall  we  know,  and  taste,  and  feel 
The  joys  that  cannot  be  express'd. 
*2  Come,  fill  our  hearts  with  inward  strength* 
Make  our  enlarged  souls  possess, 
And  learn  the  height,  and  breadth,  and 
length 
Of  thine  unmeasurable  grace. 

3  Now  to  the  God  whose  power  can  do 
More  than  our  thoughts  and  wishes  know, 
Be  everlasting  honours  done 

By  all  the  church,  through  Christ  his  Son. 


Book  I.         HYMN  eXXXVIF.  8; 

HYMN  136.     Common  Metre. 
-  1   *0  01)  is  a  Spirit  just  and  wise* 
VX  lie  sees  our  inmost  mind  j 
In  vain  to  heav'n  we  raise  our  cries, 
And  leave  our  souls  behind. 

2  Nothing  but  truth  before  his  throne 

With  honour  can  appear ; 
The  painted  hypocrites  are  known 
Through  the  disguise  they  wear. 

3  Their  lifted  eyes  salute  the  skies, 

Their  bending  knees  the  ground  -y 
But  God  abhors  the  sacrafice, 
Where  not  the  heart  is  found. 
5  Lord,  search  my  thoughts  and  try  my  ways, 
And  make  my  soul  sincere  ; 
Then  shall  I  stand  before  thy  face, 
And  find  acceptance  there. 
HYMN  137.     Long  Metre. 

1  IVP^^  t0  ^e  Power  °f  G°d  supreme 
i-^l    Be  everlasting  honours  giv'n  ; 

He  saves  from  hell  (we  bless  his  name) 

He  calls  our  wand'ring  feet  to  heav'n. 

2  Not  for  our  duties  or  deserts, 

But  of  his  own  abounding  grace, 
He  works  salvation  in  our  hearts, 
And  forms  a  people  for  his  praise. 

3  Twas  his  own  purpose  that  begun 

To  rescue  rebels  dcom'd  to  die ; 
He  gave  us  grace  in  Christ  his  Son, 
Before  he  spread  the  starry  sky. 
I  Jesus,  the  Lord,  appears  at  last, 

And  makes  his  Father'scounsel's  known ; 
Declares  the  great  transactions  past, 
And  brings  immortal  blessings  down. 


86  HYMN  CXXXIX.        Book  I. 

5  He  dies ;  and  in  that  dretedful  night 

Did  all  the  powers  of  hell  destroy  ; 
Rising,  he  brought  our  heav'n  to  light, 
And  took  possession  of  the  joy. 
HYMN  138.  Common  Metre. 
I   T7IRM  as  the  earth  thy  gospel  stands, 
JT    My  Lord,  my  hope,  my  trust ; 
If  I  am  found  in  Jesus'  hands, 
My  soul  can  ne'er  be  lost. 

6  His  honour  is  engag'd  to  save 

The  meanest  of  his  sheep  5 
All  that  his  heav'nly  Father  gave 
His  hands  securely  keep. 
3  Nor  death  nor  hell  shall  e'er  remove 
His  fav'rites  from  his  breast ; 
In  the  dear  bosom  of  his  love 
They  must  forever  rest. 

HYMN  139.     Long  Metre. 
1  Y  TOW  oft  have  sin  and  Satan  strove 
Jrl  To  rend  my  soul  from  thee,  my  God? 
But  everlasting  is  thy  love, 

And  Jesus  seals  it  with  his  blood. 
3  The  oath  and  promise  of  the  Lord 

join  to  confirm  the  wond'rous  grace; 
Eternal  power  performs  the  word, 

And  fills  all  heav'n  with  endless  praisf . 

3  Amidst  temptations  sharp  and  Jong, 

My  soul  to  this  dear  refuge  flies  ; 
Hope  is  mv  anchor  firm  and  strong, 

While  tempests  blow,  and  billows  rise. 

4  The  gospel  bears  my  spirits  up  ; 

A  faithful  and  unchanging  God 
Lays  the  foundation  for  my  hope, 
In  oaths,  and  promises,  and  blood. 


Book  I.  HYMN  CXLI.  87 

HYMN  140.  Common  Metre. 

"  1   TV  MISTAKEN soulsthatdreamofheav'n, 
JLVJL  And  make  their  empty  boast 
Of  inward  joys,  and  sins  forgiv'n, 
While  they  are  slaves  to  lust. 

2  Vain  are  our  fancies,  airy,  flights, 

If  faith  be  cold  and  dead  ; 
None  but  a  living  power  unites 
To  Christ  the  living  head. 

3  Tis  faith  that  changes  all  the  heart; 

Tis  faith  that  works  my  love  ; 
That  bids  all  sinful  joys  depart, 
And  lifts  the  thoughts  above. 

4  'Tis  faith  that  conquers  earth  and  hell 

By  a  celestial  power : 
This  is  the  grace  that  shall  prevail 
In  the  decisive  hour. 

5  [Faith  must  obey  her  Father's  will, 

As  well  as  trust  his  grace  ; 
Apard'ning  God  is  jealous  still 
For  his  own  holiness. 

6  When  from  the  curse  he  sets  us  free5 .. 

He  makes  our  natures  clean  ; 
Nor  would  he  send  his  Son.  to  be 
The  minister  of  sin. 
^  His  spirit  purifies  our  frame, 

And  seals  our  peace  with  God  1 
Jesus  and  his  salvation  came 
By  water  and  by  blood. 

HYMN  141.  Short  Metre. 

1   T7\TH0  hath  beiiev'd.  thy  word, 
▼  V     Or  thy  salvation  known? 
Reveal  thine  arm,  almighty  Lord,. 
And  glorify  thy  Son. 


88  HYMN  CXLII.  Book  I 

2  The  Jews  esteem'd  him  here 

Too  mean  for  their  belief: 
Sorrows  his  chief  acquaintance  were, 
And  his  companion  grief. 

3  They  turn'd  their  eyes  away, 

And  treated  him  with  scorn ; 
But  'twas  their  griefs  upon  him  lay, 
Their  sorrows  he  has  borne. 

4  Twas  for  the  stubborn  Jews, 

And  Gentiles,  then  unknown, 
The  God  of  justice  pleas'd  to  bruise 
His  best  beloved  Son. 
r>  "  But  Til  prolong  his  days, 

"  And  make  his  kingdom  stand  ; 
"  My  pleasure,"  saith  the  God  of  grace, 
"  Shall  prosper  in  his  hand. 

6  [*'  His  joyful  soul  shall  see 

"  The  purchase  of  his  pain, 
"  And  by  his  knowledge  justify 
"  The  guilty  sons  of  men.] 

7  ["  Ten  thousand  captive  slaves, 

"  Releas'd  from  death  and  sin, 
iS  Shall  quit  their  prisons  and  their  graves, 
"  And  own  his  power  divine.] 

8  ["  Heav'n  shall  advance  my  Son 

"  Tojoys  that  earth  denied ; 
"  Who  saw  the  follies  men  had  done, 
"  And  bore  their  sins,  anddied."] 

HYMN  142.  Short  Metre. 
1  IKE  sheep*  we  went  astray, 

X-^  And  broke  the  fold  of  God, 
Each  wand'ring  in  a  diffrent  wayft 
But  all  the  downward  road. 


Book  I.  HYMN  CXLIII.  |* 

2  How  dreadful  was  the  hour 

When  God  our  wand'rings  laid, 
And  did  at  once  his  vengeance  pour 
Upon  the  Shepherd's  head  ! 

3  How  glorious  was  the  grace 

•When  Christ  sustain'd  the  stroke  ! 
His  life  and  blood  the  Shepherd  pavs, 
A  ransom  for  the  flock. 

4  His  honour  and -his  breath 

Were  taken  quite  away  ; 
Join'd  with  the  wicked  in  his  death, 
And  made  as  vile  as  they. 

5  But  God  shall  raise  his  head 

O'er  all  the  sons  of  men, 
And  make  him  see  a  num'rous  seed, 
To  recompence  his  pain. 

6  "  I'll  give  him,"  saith  the  Lord, 

"  A  portion  with  the  strong  : 
"  He  shall  possess  a  large  reward, 
"  And  hold  his  honours  long." 

HYMN  143.  Common  Metre, 

1  A  S  new-born  babes  desire  the  breast 
XX  To  ked,  and  grow,  and  thrive ; 
So  saints  with  joy  the  gospel  taste, 

And  by  the  gospel  live. 

2  [With  inward  gust  their  heart  approves 

All  that  the  word  relates  ; 
They  love  the  men  their  Father  loves 
And  hate  the  works  he  hates.] 

3  [Not  all  the  flatt'ring  baits  on  earth 

Can  make  them  slaves  to  lust ; 
They  can't  forget  their  heav'nly  birth, 
Nor  grovel  in  the  dust, 


90  HYMN  CXLIV.  Book  I. 

4  Not  all  the  chains  that  tyrants  use 

Shall  bind  their  souls  to  vice  ; 
Faith,  like  a  conqu'ror  can  produce 
A  thousand  victories.] 

5  [Grace,  like  an  uncorrupted  seed, 

Abides  and  reigns  within ; 
Immortal  principles  forbid 
The  sons  of  God  to  sin.] 

6  [Not  by  the  terrors  of  a.  slave 

Do  they  perform  his  will ; 
But  with  the  noblest  powers  they  have 
His  sweet  commands  fulfil.] 

7  They  find  access  at  every  hour 

To  God  within  the  veil; 
Hence  they  derive  a  quick'ning  power, 
And  joys  that  never  fail. 

8  O  happy  souls !  O  glorious  state 

Of  overflowing  grace ; 
To  dwell  so  near  their  Father's  seat, 
And  see  his  lovely  face. 

9  Lord,  I  address  thy  heav'nly  throne; 

Call  me  a  child  of  thine  ; 
Send  down  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son 
To  form  my  heart  divine. 

10  There  shed  thy  choicest  loves  abroad^ 

And  make  my  comforts  strong : 
Then  shall  I  say,  "  My  Father,  God," 
With  an  unwav'ring  tongue. 

HYMN  144.  Common  Metre. 
1  TI7HY  should  the  children  of  a  king 
V  V     Go  mourning  all  their  days  ? 
Great  Comforter  !  descend  and  bring 
Some  tokens  of  thy  grace. 


Book  I.         HYMN  CXLIV.  oi 

2  Dost  thou  not  dwell  in  all  the  saints, 

And  seal  the  heirs  of  heav'n  ? 
When  wilt  thou  banish  my  complaints, 
And  show  my  sins  forgiv'n  ? 

3  Assure  my  conscience  of  her  part 

In  the  Redeemer's  blood  ; 
And  bear  thy  witness  with  my  heart, 
That  J  am  born  of  God. 

4  Thou  art  the  earnest  of  his  love, 

The  pledge  of  joys  to  come  ; 
And  thy  soft  wings,  celestial  dove, 
Will  safe  convey  me  home. 

HYMN  145.  Common  Metre. 

1  TESUS,  in  thee  our  eyes  behold 
•3    A  thousand  glories  more 

Than  the  rich  gems  and  polish'd  gold 
The  sons  of  Aaron  wore. 

2  They  first  their  own  burnt-offerings  brought 

To  purge  themselves  from  sin  ; 
Thy  lite  was  pure  without  a  spot, 
And  all  thy  nature  clean. 

3  [Fresh  blood,  as  constant  as  the  day, 

Was  on- their  altars  spilt; 
But  thy  one  offering  takes  away 
For  ever  all  our  guilt.] 

4  [Their  priesthood  ran  through  sev'ral  hands, 

For  mortal  was  their  race; 
Thy  never-changing  office  stands 
Eternal  as  thy  days.] 

5  [Once  in  the  circuit  of  a  year 

With  blood,  but  not  his  own, 
Aaron  within  the  veil  appears 
Before  the  golden  throne.] 


92  HYMN  CXLVI.  Book  I. 

6  [But  Christ,  by  his  own  powerful  blood, 

Ascends  above  the  skies, 
And  in  the  presence  of  our  God 
Shows  his  own  sacrifice.] 

7  Jesus,  the  King  of  glory  reigns 

On  Sion's  beav'nly  hill : 
Looks  like  a  lamb  that  has  been  slain, 
And  wears  his  priesthood  still. 

8  He  never  lives  to  intercede 

Before  his  Father's  face : 
Give  him,  my  soul,  thy  cause  to  plead, 
Nor  doubt  the  Father's  srace. 


HYMN  146.     Long  Metre. 

1  /^  O  worship  at  Immanuel's  feet, 

VX  See  in  his  face  what  wonders  meet! 
Earth  is  too  narrow  to  express 
His  worth,  his  glory,  or  his  grace. 

2  [The  whole  creation  can  afford 

But  some  faint  shadows  of  my  Lord  : 
Nature,  to  make  his  beauties  known, 
Must  mingle  colours  not  her  own.] 

3  [Is  he  compared  to  wine  or  bread? 
Dear  Lord !  our  souls  would  thus  be  fed  : 
That  flesh,  that  dying  blood  of  thine, 

Is  bread  of  life,  is  heav'nly  wine.] 

4  [Is  he  a  tree  ?  The  world  receives 
Salvation  from  his  healing  leaves : 

That  righteous  branch,  that  fruitful  bough 
Is  David's  root  and  offspring  too.] 

5  [Is  he  a  rose  ?  Not  Sharon  yields 
Such  fragrancy  in  all  her  fields : 
Or  if  the  lily  he  assume, 

The  vallies  bless  the  rich  perfume.] 


Book  I.         HYMN  CXLVr.  S3 

6  [Is  he  a  vine  ?   His  heav'nly  root 
Supplies  the  boughs  with  life  and  fruit; 
O  let  a  lasting  union  join 

My  soul  to  Christ  the  living  vine?] 

7  [Is  he  a  head?  Each  member  lives, 
And  owns  the  vitaj  powers  he  gives! 
The  saints  below,  and  saints  above, 
Join'd  by  his  Spirit  and  his  love.] 

8  [Is  lie  a  fountain  ?  There  I  bathe, 
And  heal  the  plague  of  sin  and  death  : 
These  waters  all  my  soul  renew, 

And  cleanse  my  spotted  garments  too.] 

9  [Is  he  a  fire  ?  He'll  purge  my  dross  : 
But  the  true  gold  sustains  no  loss : 
Like  a  refiner  shall  he  sit, 

And  tread  the  refuse  with  his  feet.] 

10  [Is  he  a  rock  ?  How  flrnv he  proves  ! 
The  rock  of  ages  never  moves  -y 

Yet  the  sweet  streams  that  from  him  flow, 

Attend  us  all  the  desart  through.] 
J 1  [Is  he  a  way  ?  he  leads  to  God : 

The  path  is  drawn  in  lines  of  blood ; 

There  would  I  walk  with  hope  and  zeal, 

Till  I  .arrive  at  Sion's  hill.] 
1 2  [Is  he  a  door  ?  I'll  enter  in  : 

Behold  the  pastures  large  and  green  : 

A  paradise  divinely  fair, 

None  but  the  sheep  have  freedom  there.] 
J  3  [Is  he  design'd  the  corner-stone, 

For  men  to  build  their  heav'n  upon  ? 

I'll  make  him  my  foundation  too, 

Nor  fear  the  plots  of  hell  below.] 
J 4  [Is  he  a  temple  ?  I  adore 

Th'  indwelling  majesty  and  power  $ 


94  HYMN  CXLVII.  Book  I. 

And  still  to  his  most  holy  place, 
Whene'er  I  pray,  I'll  turn  my  face.] 

15  [Is  he  a  star?  He  breaks  the  night, 
Piercing  the  shades  with  dawning  light; 
I  know  his  glories  from  afar, 

I  know  the  bright,  the  morning-star.] 

16  [Is  he  a  sun  ?  His  beams  are  grace, 
His  course  is  joy  and  righteousness: 
Nations  rejoice  when  he  appears 

To  chase  their  clouds,  and  dry  their  tears. 

17  O  let  me  climb  those  higher  skies, 
Where  storms  and  darkness  never  rise  ; 
There  he  displays  his  powers  abroad, 
And  shines,  and  reigns  th'  incarnate  God.] 

18  Nor- earthy  nor  seas,  nor  sun,  nor  stars, 
Nor  heav'n  his  full  resemblance  bears ; 
His  beauties  yve  can  never  trace, 

Till  we  behold  him  face  to  face. 
HYMN  147.     Long;  Metre. 


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['HPIS  from  the  treasures  of  his  word 

-L    I  borrow  titles  for  my  lord  j 
Nor  art  nor  nature  can  supply 
Sufficient  forms  of  Majesty. 
Bright  image  of  the  Father's  face5 
Shining  with  undiminish'd  rays  ; 
Th'  eternal  God's  eternal  Son, 
The  heir  and  partner  of  his  throne.] 
The  King  of  Kings,  the  Lord  most  high, 
Writes  his  own  name  upon  his  thigh : 
He  wears  a  garment  dipp'd  in  blood, 
And  breaks  the  nations  with  his  rod. 
Where  grace  can  neither  melt  nor  move", 
The  Lamb  resents  his  injur'd  love. 


1J00KL1.  MliYliN    L.ALVH1.  y^> 

Awakes  his  wrath  without  delay, 
And  Judah's  Lion  tears  the  prey. 

5  But  when  for  works  of  peace  he  comes, 
What  winning  titles  he  assumes  ! 

"  Light  of  the  world,"  and  "  Life  of  men  j" 
Nor  bears  those  characters  in  vain. 

6  With  tender  pity  in  his  heart 
lie  acts  the  Mediator's  part ; 

A  friend  and  brother  he  appears, 
And  well  fulfils  the  names  he  wears. 

7  At  length  the  Judge  his  throne  ascends, 
Divides  the  rebels  from  his  friends, 
And  saints  in  full  fruition  prove 

His  rich  variety  of  love. 

HYMN  148.  Proper  Metre. 
The  same  as  the  148th  Psalm. 

1  [TT7TTH  cheerful  voice  I  sing 

V  V     The  titles  of  my  Lord, 
And  borrow  all  the  names 
Of  honour  from  his  word. 

Nature  and  art 

Can  ne'er  supply 

Sufficient  forms 

Of  majesty. 

2  In  Jesus  we  behold 

His  Father's  glorious  face, 
Shining  for  ever  bright 
With  mild  and  lovely  rays. 

Th'  eternal  God's 

Eternal  Son, 

Inherits  and 

Parties  the  throne.] 

3  The  sov'reign  King  of  kings, 
The  Lord  of  lords  most  high, 

2  K 


**  TiYMIN   CXLVIII.  Book  I. 

Writes  his  own  name  upon 
His  garment  and  his  thigh. 
His  name  is  call'd 
"The  word  of  God," 
He  rules  the  earth 
With  iron  rod. 

4  Where  promises  and  grace 
Can  neither  melt  nor  move, 
The  angry  Lamb  resents 
The  inj'ries  of  his  love  ; 

Awakes  his  wrath 
Without  delay, 
As  lions  roar 
And  tear  the  prey. 

5  But  when  for  wrorks  of  peace 
The  great  Redeemer  comes, 
What  gentle  characters, 
What  titles  he  assumes  ! 

"  Light  of  the  world/' 
And  "life  of  men;" 
Nor  will  he  bear 
Those  names  in  vain. 

6  Immense  compassion  reigns 
In  our  Immanuel's  heart, 
When  he  descends  to  act 
A  Mediator's  part. 

He  is  a  friend, 
And  brother  too, 
Divinely  kind, 
Divinely  true. 

7  At  length  the  Lord  the  Judge 
His  awful  throne  ascends, 
And  drives  the  rebels  far 
From  favourites  and  friends : 

Then  shall  the  saints 
Completely  prov,e 


Book  I,         HYMN  CXLIX.  <n 

The  heights  and  depths 
Of  all  his  love. 

HYMN  149.  Long  Metre. 

1  TO  IX  all  the  names  of  love  and  power 
«J    That  ever  men  or  angels  bore, 

All  are  too  mean  to  speak  his  worth, 
Or  set  Immaniiel's  glory  forth. 

2  But  O  what  condescending  ways 
He  takes  to  teach  his  heav'nly  grace ! 
My  eyes  with  joy  and  wonder  see 
"What  forms  of  love  he  bears  for  me. 

3  [The  "  angel  of  the  cov'nant"  stands 
With  his  commission  in  his  hands, 
Sent  from  his  Father's  milder  throne, 
To  make  his  great  salvation  known.] 

4  [Great  Prophet,  let  me  bless  thy  name: 
By  thee  the  joyful  tidings  came 

Of  wrath  appeas'd,  of  sins  forgiv'n, 
Of  hell  subdu'd,  and  peace  with  heav  n.] 

5  [My -bright  example  and  my  guide, 
I  would  be  walking  near  thy  srdej 

0  let  me  never  run  astray, 
Nor  follow  the  forbidden  way!] 

6  [I  love  my  shepherd,  he  shall  keep 
My  wand'ring  soul  amongst  his  sheep : 
He  feeds  his  flock,  he  calls  their  names 
And  in  his  bosom  bears  the  lambs.] 

7  My  Surety  undertakes  my  cause, 
Answ'ring  his  Father's  broken  laws; 
Behold  my  soul  at  freedom  set, 

My  Surety  paid  the  dreadful  debt.] 

8  [Jesus,  my  great  High-Priest,  has  died, 

1  seek  no  sacrifice  beside  3 


98  HYMN  CL.  Book  I. 

His  blood  did  once  for  alJ  atone, 
And  now  it  pleads  before  the  throne.] 

9  [My  Advocate  appears  on  high, 
The  father  lays  his  thunder  by ; 
Not  all  that  earth  or  hell  can  say, 
Shall  turn  my  Father's  heart  away.] 

10  [My  Lord,  my  Conqu'ror,  and  my  King, 
Thy  sceptre  and  thy  sword  I  sing^ 
Thine  is  the  vict'ry,  and  I  sit 

A  joyful  subject  at  thy  feet.] 

11  [Aspire,  my  soul,  to  glorious  deeds, 
The  "Captain  of  Salvation"  leads: 
March  on,  nor  fear  to  win  the  day, 
Though  death  and  hell  obstruct  the  way. 

1 2  Should  death  and  hel!,and  powers  unknown 
Put  all  their  forms  of  mischief  on, 

I  shall  be  safe,  for  Christ  displays 
Salvation  in  more  sov'reign  ways.] 
,  HYMN   150.  Proper  Metre. 

The  same  as  the  148th  Psalm. 

1  TOIN  all  the  glorious  names 

J    Of  wisdom,  love,  and  power, 
That  ever  mortals  knew, 
That  angels  ever  bore  3 

All  are  too  mean 

To  speak  his  worth, 

Too  mean  to  set 

My  Saviour  forth. 

2  Bat,  O  what  gentle  terms, 
What  condescending  ways 
Doth  our  Redeemer  use 
To  teach  his  heav'nly  grace  ! 

Mine  eyes  with  joy 
And  wonder  see 


Book  I.  HYMN  CI  99 

What  forms  of  love 
He  bears  for  me. 

3  [Array'd  in  mortal  Mesh, 
He  like  an  angel  stands, 
And  holds  the  promises 
And  pardons  in  his  hands  : 

Com  mission 'd  from 
His  Father's  throne, 
To  make  his  grace 
To  mortals  known.] 

4  [Great  Prophet  of  my  God, 

My  tongue  would  bless  thy  name; 
By  thee  the  joyful  news 
Of  our  salvation  came  : 

The  joyful  news- 

Of  sins  forgiv'n, 

Of  hell  subdu'd, 

And  peace  with  heav'n.] 

5  [Be  thou  my  counsellor, 
My  pattern  and  my  guide  ; 
And  through  this  desert  land- 
Still  keep  me  near  thy  side, 

O  let  my  feet- 
Ne'er  run  astray, 
Nor  rove,  nor  seek. 
The  crooked  way  !] 

$  [I  love  my  Shepherd's  voice, 
His  watchful  eyes  shall  keep 
My  wand'ring  soul  among. 
The  thousands  of  his  sheep  : 

He  feeds  his  flock r 

He  calls  their  namesr 

His  bosom  bears 

The  tender  lambs.] 


100  HYMNCL.  BookL 

7  [To  this  dear  Surety's  hand 
Will  I  commit  my  cause ; 
He  answers  and  fulfils 

His  Father's  broken  laws. 
Behold  my  soul 
At  freedom  set ; 
My  Surety  paid 
The  dreadful  debt.] 

8  [Jesus,  my  great  High-Priest, 
Offer'd  his  blood  and  died  ; 
My  guilty  conscience  seeks 
No  sacrifice  beside. 

His  powerful  blood 
Did  once  atone ; 
And  ncyw  it  pleads 
Before  the  throne.] 

9  [My  Advocate  appears 
For  my  defence  on  high  ; 
The  Father  bows  his  ears. 
And  lays  his  thunder  by. 

Not  all  that  hell 
Or  sin  can  say, 
Shall  turn  his  heart, 
His  love  away.] 

10  [My  dear  almighty  Lord, 
My  Conqu'ror  and  my  King, 
Thy  sceptre  and  thy  sword, 
Thy  reigning  grace  I  sing. 

Thine  is  the  power ; 
Behold  I  sit 
In  willing  bonds 
Beneath  thy  feet.] 

1 1  [Now  let  my  soul  arise, 
And  tread  the  tempter  down, 


Book  I.  HYMN  CL.  101 

My  Captain  leads  me  forth 
To  conquest  and  a  crown. 

A  feeble  saint 

Shall  win  the  day, 

Though  death  and  hell 

Obstruct  the  way.] 

12  Should  all  the  hosts  of  death, 
And  powers  of  hell  unknown, 
Tut  their  most  dreadful  forms 
Of  rage  and  mischief  on, 

I  shall  be  safe, 

Fur  Christ  displays 

Superior  power 

And  guardian  grace, 


EI.'D  OF  THE  FIRST  BOOK, 


HYMNS, 


BOOK  II. 


COMPOSED  ON  DIVINE  SUBJECTS. 


HYMN  l .  Long  Metre. 

1  ]V[ATURE-witn  allher  powers  shall  sin* 
±y    God  the  Creator  and  th^  Kino- : 
Nor  air,  nor  earth,  nor  skies,  nor  seas 
Deny  the  tribute  of  their  praise. 

2  [Begin  to  make  his  glories  known, 
Ye  seraphs,  that  sit  near  his  throne ; 
Tune  your  harpshigh,and  spread  the  sound 
lo  the  creation's  utmost  bound.] 

3  [All  mortal  things  of  meaner  frame, 
Exert  your  force,  and  own  his  name ; 
Whilst  with  our  souls,  and  with  our  voice. 
We  sing  his  honours  and  ourjoys.] 

4  [To  him  be  sacred  all  we  have, 
From  the  young  cradle  to  the  grave: 
Our  lips  shall  his  loud  wonders  tell. 
And  every  word  a  miracle.] 

5  [This  northern  isle,  our  native  land,, 
Lies  safe  in  the  Almighty's  hand  : 
Our  foes  of  vict'ry  dream  in  vain, 
And  wear  the  captivating  chain. 

6  He  builds  and  guards  the  British  throne, 
And  makes  it  gracious,  like  his  own  ; 
Make  our  successive  princes  kind, 
And  gives  our  dangers  to  the  wind.] 

1  Raise  monumental  praises  high 

To  him  that  thunders  through  the  sky5 
And  with  an  awful  nod  or  irown 
Shakes  an,  aspiring  tyrant  down- 


Book  II.  HYMN  II.  103 

8  [Pillars  of  lasting  brass  proclaim 
The  triumphs  of  th'  eternal  name; 
While  trembling  nations  read  from  far 
The  honours  of  the  God  of  war.] 

9  Thus  let  our  flaming  zeal  employ 

Our  loftiest  thoughts  and  loudest  songs ; 
Britain  pronounce  with  warmest  joy 
1  Iosanna  from  ten  thousand  tongues. 

10  [Yet,  mighty  God,  our  feeble  frame 
Attempts  in  vain  to  reach  thy  name  : 
The  strongest  notes  that  angels  raise, 
Faint  in  the  worship  and  the  praise.] 

HYMN  2.     Common  Metre. 

1  A/fY  thoughts  on  awful  subjects  roll, 
XVA  Damnation  and  the  dead  ; 
"What  horrors  seize  the  guilty  soul 

Upon  a  dying  bed  ! 

2  Ling'ring  about  these  mortal  shores, 

She  makes  a  long  delay  ; 
Till,  like  a  flood,  with  rapid  force 
Death  sweeps  the  wretch  away. 

3  Then  swift  and  dreadful  she  descends 

Down  to  the  fi'ry  coast, 

Amongst  abominable  fiends, 

Herself  a  frighted  ghost. 

4  There  endless  crowds  of  sinners  lie, 

And  darkness  makes  their  chains; 
Tortur'd  with  keen  despair  they  cry, 
Yet  wait  for  fiercer  pains. 

5  Not  all  their  anguish  and  their  blood 

For  their  old  guilt  atones, 
Nor  the  compassion  of  a  God 
Shall  hearken  to  their  groans. 


K>4  HYMN  IV.  Book  II, 

G  Amazing  grape,  that  kept  my  breath, 
Nor  bid  my  soul  remove, 
Till  I  had  learn'd  my  Saviour's  death, 
And  well  insur'd  his  love ! 
HYMN  3.    Common  Metre. 

1  TT7HY  do  we  mourn  departed  friends? 

VV     Or  shake  at  Death's  alarms? 
'Tis  but  the  voice  that  Jesus  sends 
To  call  them  to  his  arms. 

2  Are  we  not  tending  upward  too 

As  fast  as  time  can  move? 
Nor  should  we  wish  the  hours  more  slow, 
To  keep  us  from  our  love. 

3  Why  should  we  tremble  to  convey 

Their  bodies  to  the  tomb  ? 
There  the  dear  flesh  of  Jesus  lay, 
And  left  a  long  perfume. 

4  The  graves  of  all  his  saints  he  bless' d, 

And  soften'd  every  bed  : 
Where  should  the  dying  members  rest, 
But  with  their  dying  head  ? 

5  Thence  he  arose,  ascending  high, 

And  show'd  our  feet  the  way : 
Up  to  the  Lord  our  flesh  shall  fly,. 
At  the  great  rising-day. 

6  Then  let  the  last  loud  trumpet  sound. 

And  bid  our  kindred  rise : 
Awake,  ye  nations  under  ground; 
Ye  saints,  ascend  the  skies. 
HYMN  4.  Long  Metre. 
1  Y  YERE  at  thy  cross,  my  dying  God, 
JLjl  I  lay  my  soul  beneath  thy  love, 
Beneath  the  droppings  of  thy  blood, 
Jesus !  nor  shall  it  e'er  remove. 


Book  11.  111MIN    V.  105 

2  Not  all  that  tyrants  think  or  say, 
With  rage  and  lightning  in  their  eyes, 
Nor  hell  shall  fright  my  heart  '-way, 
Should  heir  with  all  its  legions  rise. 

3  Should  worlds  conspire  to  drive  me  thence, 
Moveless  and  firm  this  heart  should  lie  : 
Resolv'd  (for  that's  my  last  defence) 

If  I  must  pefish,  there  to  die. 

4  But  speak,  my  Lord,  and  calm  my  fear; 
Am  I  not  safe  beneath  thy  shade  ! 

Thy  vengeance  will  not  strike  me  here, 
Nor  Satan  dares  my  soul  invade. 

5  Yes,  I'm  secure  beneath  thy  blood, 
And  all  my  foes  shall  lose  their  aim  : 
Ilosanna  to  my  dying  God, 

And  my  best  honours  to  his  name. 

HYMN  5.  Long  Metre. 

1  '       ORD,  when  my  thoughts  with  wonder 
1^         roll 

O'er  the  sharp  sorrows  of  thy  soul, 
And  read  my  Maker's  broken  laws, 
Repair'd  and  honour'd  by  thy  cross: 

2  When  I  behold  death,  hell,  and  sin, 
'Vanquish 'd  by  that  dear  blood  of  thine  ; 
And  see  the  man  that  groan'd  and  died, 
Sit  glorious  by  his  Father's  side ; 

3  My  passions  rise  and  soar  above, 

I'm  wing'd  with  faith,  and  fir'd  with  love  -, 
Fain  would  I  reach  eternal  things, 
And  learn  the  notes  that  Gabriel  sings. 

4  But  my  heart  fails,  my  tongue  complains, 
For  want  of  their  immortal  strains ; 

And  in  such  humble  notes  as  these 
Must  fall  below  thy  victories. 


lUo  n  1  ivir\    v  11.  uuuhl  ii. 

5  Well,  the  kind  minute  must  appear 
When  we  shall  leave  these  bodies  here, 
These  clogs  of  clay;  and  mount  on  high, 

'     To  join  the  songs  above  the  sky. 
HYMN  6.  Common  Metre. 

1  /^VNCE  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day 
KJ  Salutes  thy  waking  eyes  : 

Once  more,  my  voice,  thy  tribute  pay 
To  him  that  rules  the  skies. 

2  Night  unto  night  his  name  repeats ; 

The  day  renews  the  sound, 
Wide  as  the  heaven  on  which  he  sits 
To  turn  the  seasons  round. 

3  Tis  he  supports  my  mortal  frame  ; 

My  tongue  shall  speak  his  praise  ; 
My  sins  would  rouse  his  wrath  to  flame, 
And  yet  his  wrath  delays. 

4  [On  a  poor  worm  thy  power  might  tread, 

And  I  could  ne'er  withstand  ; 
Thy  justice  might  have  crush'd  me  dead, 
But  mercy  held  thine  hand. 

5  A  thousand  wretched  souls  are  fled 

Since  the  last  setting  sun, 
And  yet  thou  length'nest  out  my  thread, 
And  yet  my  moments  run.] 

6  Dear  God,  let  all  my  hours  be  thine, 

Whilst  I  enjoy  the  light ; 
Then  shall  my  sun  in  smiles  decline, 
And  bring  a  pleasant  night. 
HYMN  7.    Common  Metre. 
1  [THREAD  Sov'reign,let  my  ev'ningsong 
U  Like  holy  incense  rise  ; 
Assist  the  off'rings  of  my  tongue 
To  reach  the  lofty  skies. 


Book  II.  HYMN  VIII.  107 

2  Through  all  the  dangers  of  the  day 

Thy  hand  was  still  my  guard, 
And  stiil  to  drive  my  wants  away, 
Thy  mercy  stood  prepared.] 

3  Perpetual  blessings  from  above 

Encompass  me  around, 
But  O  how  few  returns  of  love 
Hath  my  Creator  found  ! 
i  What  have  I  done  for  him  that  died 
To  save  my  wretched  soul  ? 
I  low  are  my  follies  multiplied, 
Fast  as  my  minutes  roll ! 

5  Lord,  with  this  guilty  heart  of  mine, 

To  thy  dear  cross  I  flee, 
And  to  thy  grace  my  soul  resign, 
To  be  renew'd  by  thee. 

6  Sprinkled  afresh  with  pard'ning  blood, 

I  lay  me  down  to  rest, 
As  in  th'  embraces  of  my  God, 
Or  on  my  Saviour's  breast. 
HYMN  8.    Common  Metre, 
i   TT  OS  ANN  A  with  a  cheerful  sound, 
JLTA  To  God's  upholding  hand  ; 
Ten  thousand  snares  attend  us  round, 
And  yet  secure  we  stand. 
2  That  was  a  most  amazing  power 
That  rais'd  us  with  a  word, 
And^ev'ry  day,  and  ev'ry  hour, 
We  lean  upon  the  Lord. 
$  The  ev'ning  rests  our  weary  head, 
And  angels  guard  the  room ; 
We  wake,  and  we  admire  the  bed 
That  was  not  made  our  tomb. 

2    L 


108  HYMN  IX.  Book  II; 

4  The  rising  morning  can't  assure 

That  we  shall  end  the  day  ; 
For  death  stands  ready  at  the  door 
To  take  our  lives  awav. 

5  Our  breath  is  forfeited  by  sin, 

To  God's  avenging  law; 
We  own  thy  grace,  immortal  King, 
In  ev'ry  gasp  we  draw. 

6  God  is  our  sun,  whose  daily  light 

Our  joy  and  safety  brings: 
Our  feeble  flesh  lies  safe  at  night, 
Beneath  his  shady  wings. 

HYMN  9.    Common  Metre. 

1  A   LAS,  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  ! 
JLX.  And  did  my  sov'reign  die  .! 
Wou'd  he  devote  that  sacred  head 

For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 

2  [Thy  body  skin,  sweet  Jesus,  thine. 

And  bath'd  in  its  own  blood, 
While  all  expos'd  to  wrath  divine, 
The  glorious  sufFrer  stood.] 

3  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done. 

He  groan 'd  upon  the  tree  ? 

Amazing  pity  !  grace  unknown  ! 

And  love  beyond  degree  ! 

4  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 
When  God  the  mighty  Maker  died 
For  man  the  creature's  sin. 

5  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face, 

While  his  dear  cross  appears, 
Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 
And  melt  my  eye  to. tears. 


Book  II.  HYMN  XI.  109 

6   But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 
The  debt  of  love  I  owe: 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away; 
Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 

HYMN  10.  Common  Metre. 
'    1   A  \ Y  soul  forsakes  her  vain  delight, 
iVjL   And  bids  the  world  farewell ; 
Base  as  the  dirt  beneath  my  teet, 
And  mischievous  as  hell. 

2  No  longer  will  I  ask  your  love, 

Nor  seek  your  friendship  more  ; 
The  happiness  that  I  approve 
Is  not  within  your  power. 

3  There's  nothing  round  the  spacious  earth 

That  suits  my  large  desire  >, 

To  boundless  joy  and  solid  mirth 

My  nobler  thoughts  aspire. 

4  [Where  pleasure  rolls  its  living  flood, 

From  sin  and  dross  refln'd, 
Still  springing  from  the  throne  of  God, 
And  fit  to  cheer  the  mind. 

5  Th'  Almighty  Ruler  of  the  sphere, 

The  glorious  and  the  great, 
Brings  his  own  all-sufficience  there. 
To  make  our  bliss  complete.] 

6  Had  I  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 

I'd  climb  the  heav'nly  road  ; 
There  sits  my  Saviour  dress'd  in  love. 
And  there  my  smiling  God. 
HYMN  11.  Long  Metre. 
1   T  SEND  the  joys  of  earth  away  ; 
X  Away  ye  tempters  of  the  mind, 
False  as  the  smooth  deceitful  sea, 
And  empty  as  the  whistling  wind. 


HO  HYMN  XII.  Book  II. 

2  Your  streams  were  floating  me  along 

Down  to  the  gulph  of  black  despair ; 
And  whilst  I  listen 'd  to  your  song, 

Your  streams  had  e'en  convey 'd  me  there. 

3  Lord,  I  adore  thy  matchless  grace, 

That  warn'd  me  of  that  dark  abyss; 
That  drew  me  from  those  treach'rous  seas, 
And  bid  me  seek  superior  bliss. 

4  Now  to  the  shining  realms  above 

I  stretch  my  hands,  and  glance  mine  eyes : 
O  for  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 
To  bear  me  to  the  upper  skies  ! 

5  There  from  the  bosom  of  my  God 

Oceans  of  endless  pleasures  roll ; 
There  would  I  fix  my  last  abode, 
And  drown  the  sorrows  of  my  soul. 

HYMN  12.  Common  Metre. 

1  TP^  true  ^ess  ian  now  appears, 

A    The  types  are  all  withdrawn; 
So  fly  the  shadows  and  the  stars 
Before  the  rising  dawn. 

2  No  smoking  sweets,  nor  bleeding  lambs, 

Nor  kid,  nor  bullock  slain, 
Incense  and  spice  of  costly  names, 
Would  all  be  burnt  in  vain. 

3  Aaron  must  lay  his  robes  awray, 

His  mitre  and  his  vest, 
When  God  himself  comes  down  to  be 
The  ofPring  and  the  priest. 

4  He  took  our  mortal  flesh  to  show 

The  wonders  of  his  love ; 

For  us  he  paid  his  life  below, 

And  prays  for  us  above. 


Book  I:  HYMN  XIV.  in 

5  "Father,"  he  cries,  "forgive  their  sins, 
"  For  I  myself  have  died;" 
And  then  he  shows  his  open'd  veins, 
And  pleads  his  wounded  side. 
HYMN  13.  Long  Metre. 
-1    OING   to  the  Lord  that  built  the  skies, 
O  The  Lord  that  rear'd  this  stately  frame  ; 
Let  all  the  nations  sound  his  praise, 
And  lands  unknown  repeat  his  name. 
2  He  (orm'd  the  seas,  and  form'd  the  hills, 
Made  every  drop  and  every  dust, 
Nature  and  time,  with  all  their  wheels, 
And  push'd  them  into  motion  first. 
5  Now,  from  his  high  imperial  throne 

He  looks  far  down  upon  the  spheres ; 
He  bids  the  shining  orbs  roll  on, 

And  round  he  turns  the  hasty  years. 
4  Thus  shall  this  moving  engine  last* 
Till  all  his  saints  are  gather' d  in  : 
Then  for  the  trumpet's  dreadful  blast,., 
To  shake  it  all  to  dust  again. 
:  Yet,  when  the  sound  shall  tear  the  skies,  . 
And  lightning  burn  the  globe  below, 
Saints,  you  may  lift  your  joyful  eyes, 
There's  a  new  heav'n  and  earth  lor  you. 
HYMN  14.  Short  Metre. 
'   *  TflTLLCOMI^,  sweet  day  of  rest, 
V  V     That  ar.vv  the  Lord  arise ; 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast, 
And  these  rejoicing  eyes ! 
2.  The  King  himself  comes  near, 
And  feasts  his  saints  to-day  ; 
Here  we  may  sit,  and  see  him  here,  , 
And  love,  and  praise,  and 'pray. 

2jl2 


n2  HYMN  XV.  Book  II. 

3  One  day  amidst  the  place 

Where  my  dear  God  hath  been, 
Is  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  davs 
Of  pleasurable  sin. 

4  My  willing  soul  would  stay 

In  such  a  frame  as  this, 
And  sit  and  sing  herself  away 
To  everlasting  bliss. 

HYMN  15.    Long  Metre. 

17AR  from  my  thoughts  vain  world  be 
-     gone, 
Let  my  religious  hours  alone  5 
Fain  would  my  eyes  my  Saviour  see  ; 
I  wait  a  visit,  Lord,  from  thee. 

2  My  heart  grows  warm  with  holy  fire, 
And  kindles  with  a  pure  desire': 
Come,  my  dear  Jesus,  from  above, 
And  feed  my  soul  with  heav'nly  love. 

3  [The  trees  of  life  immortal  stand 
In  fragrant  rows  at  thy  right  hand, 
And  in  sweet  murmurs  by  their  side 
Rivers  of  bh>  perpetual  glide. 

4  Haste  then,  but  with  a  smiling  face, 
And  spread  the  table  of  thy  grace  :' 
Bring  down  a  taste  of  truth  divine,' 
And  cheer  my  heart  with  sacred  wine.] 

5  Bless'd  Jesus,  what  delicious  fare  ' 
How  sweet  thy  entertainments  are  ! 
Never  did  angels  taste  above 
Redeeming  grace,  and  dying  love. 

I  Hail,  great  Immanuel,  all  divine  ! 
In  thee  thy  Father's  glories  shine; 
Thou  brightest,  sweetest,  fairest  one, 
That  eyes  have  seen,  or  angels  known, 


Book  II.        HftrKf* 113 

HYMN  16.    Lon; 

Part  the  Second. 
*7         ORI)  wliat  a  heay'n  of  Saving  grace 
i-rf  Shines  through  the  beauties  of  "thy  face, 
And  lights  our  passions  to  a  flame  ! 
Lord,  how  we  love  thy  charming  name! 

8  When  I  can  say,  my  God  is  mine, 
When  I  can  reel  thy  glories  shine, 
I  tread  the  world  beneath  my  feet, 
And  all  that  earth  calls  good  or  great. 

9  While  such  a  scene  of  sacred  joys 
Our  raptur'd  eyes  and  souls  employs, 
Here  we  could  sit  and  gaze  away' 
A  long  and  everlasting  day. 

10  Well,  we  shall  quickly  pass  the  night, 
To  the  fair  coasts  of  perfect  light  : 
Then  shall  our  joyful  senses  rcve 
O'er  the  dear  object  of  our  love. 

1 1  [There  shall  we  drink  full  draughts  of  bliss, 
And  pluck  new  life  from  heav'nly  trees  ! 
Yet  now  and  then,  dear  Lord,  bestow 

A  drop  of  heav'n  on  worms  below.  * 
12 Send  comfort  down  from  thy  right  hand, 
While  we  pass  through  this  barren  land,  ' 
And  in  thy  temple  let  us  see 
A  glimpse  of  love,  a  glimpse  of  thee.] 
HYMN  17.  Common  Metre, 

1  JD  ISE,rise,mysou],andlcavetheground- 
XV  Stretch  all  thy  thoughts  abroad, 
And  rouse  up  every  tuneful, sound 

1o  praise  th*  eternal  God'. 

2  Long  e'er  the  lofty  skies  were  spread, 

Jehovah  fill'd  his  throne, 


114  HYMN  XVIII.        BookU. 

Or  Adamform'd,  or  angels  made, 
The  Maker  liv'd  alone. 

3  His  boundless  years  can  ne'er  decrease, 

But  still  maintain  their  prime  ; 
Eternity  s  his  dwelling  place, 
And  ever  is  his  time. 

4  While  like  a  tide  our  minutes  flow, 

The  present  and  the  past, 

He  fills  his  own  immortal  now, 

And  sees  our  ages  waste. 

5  The  sea  and  sky  must  perish  too, 

And  vast  destruction  come  ! 
The  creatures — look  !  how  old  they  grow^ 
And  wait  the  fi'ry  doom. 

6  Well,  let  the  sea  shrink  all  away, 

And  flame  melt  down  the  skies  ! 
My  God  shall  live  an  endless  day, . 
When  th'  old  creation  dies. 
HYMN  18.   Long  Metre. 

1  TTIGH  on  a  hill  of  dazzling  light, 
AX  The  King  of  glory  spreads  his  seat, , 
And  troops  of  angels  stretch'd  for  flight, 
Stand  waiting  round  his  awful  feet. 

2  "  Go,"  saith  the  Lord,*  "  my  Gabriel,  go, 
i(  Salute  the  virgin's  fruitful  womb  : 

"  Make  haste,;)*  ye  cherubs,  down  below, 
"  Sing  and  proclaim  the  Saviour  come." 

3  Here  a  bright  squadront  leaves  the  skies, 
And  thick  around  Elisha  stands; 
Anon  a  heav'nly  soldier  flies, 

And  breaks  the  chain  from  Peter's|j  hands, 
4-  Thy  winged  troops,  O  God  of  hosts, 
Wait  on  thy  wand 'ring  church  below ; 

*  Luke  i.  26»     f  Lukeii.  13.     \2  Kings  vi.  17. 
t  Acts  xii.  TV 


Book  IL  HYMN :  XX.  115 

1  [ert  we  are  sailing  to  thy  coasts. 
Let  angels  be  our  convoy  too. 
5  Are  they  not  all  thy  servants,*  Lord  ? 
At  thy  command  they  go  and  come; 
With  cheerful  haste  obey  thy  word, 
And  guard  thy  children  to  their  home. 

HYMN  19.   Common  Metre. 

1  "       ET  others  boast  how  strong  they  be, 
JL-^  Nor  death  nor  danger  fear  ; 

But  we'll  confess,  O  Lord,  to  thee, 
What  feeble  things  we  are. 

2  Fresh  as  the  grass  our  bodies  stand, 

And  flourish  bright  and  gay  ; 
A  blasting  wind  sweeps  o'er  the  land, 
And  fades  the  grass  away. 

3  Our  life  contains  a  thousand  springs, 

And  dies  if  one  be  gone: 
Strange !  that  a  harp  of  thousand  strings 
Should  keep  in  tune  so  long. 

4  But  'tis  our  God  supports  our  frame, 

The  God  that  built  us  first; 
Salvation  to  th'  almighty  name 
That  rear'd  us  from  the  dust. 

5  [He  spoke,  and  strait  our  hearts  and  brains 

In  all  their  motions  rose  : 
"  Let  blood,"  said  he,  "  flow  round  the 
veins ;" 
And  round  the  veins  it  flows. 

6  While  we  have  breath,  or  use  our  tongues, 

Our  Maker  we'll  adore  ; 
His  spirit  moves  our  heaving  lungs, 
Or  they  would  breathe  no  more.] 

*  Ileb.  i.  14. 


116  HYMN  XX.  Book  II. 

HYMN  20.  Common  Metre. 

1  TI7HY  is  my  heart  so  far  from  thee, 

VV     My  God,  my  chief  delight  ? 
Why  are  my  thoughts  no  more  by  day, 
With  thee,  no  more  by  night  ? 

2  [Why  should  my  foolish  passions  rove  ? 

Where  can  such  sweetness  be, 
As  I  have  tasted  in  thy  love, 
As  I  have  found  in  thee.] 

3  When  my  forgetful  soul  renews 

The  favour  of  thy  grace, 
My  heart  presumes  I  cannot  lose 
The  relish  all  my  days. 

4  But  e'er  one  fleeting  hour  is  pass'd, 

The  8att'ring  world  employs 
Some  sensual  bait  to  seize  my  taste^ 
And  to  pollute  my  joys. 

5  [Trifles  of  nature,  or  of  art, 

With  fair  deceitful  charms, 
Intrude  into  my  thoughtless  heart, 
And  thrust  me  from  thy  arms.] 

6  Then  I  repent,  and  vex  my  soul 

That  I  should  leave  thee  so  : 
Where  will  those  wild  affections  roll, 
That  let  a  Saviour  go? 

7  [Sins  promis'd  joys  are  turn'd  to  pain, 

And  I  am  drown'd  in  grief ; 
But  my  dear  Lord  returns  again, 
He  flies  to  my  relief: 

8  Seizing  my  sou!  with  sweet  surprise, 

He  draws  with  loving  bands ; 
Divine  compassion  in  his  eyes, 
And  pardon  in  his  hands.] 


Book  II.  HYMN  XXI.  j  17 

0  [Wretch  that  I  am,  to  wander  thus 

In  chase  of  false  delight! 
Let  me  be  fasten'd  to  thy  cross, 

Rather  than  lose  thy  sight. 
10  Make  haste,  my  days,  to  reach  the  goal, 

And  bring  my  heart  to  rest 
On  the  dear  centre  of  my  soul, 

My  God,  my  Saviour's  breast.] 

HYMN  21.    Long  Metre. 

1  "       ET  the  old  heathens  tune  their  song 
l^d  Of  great  Diana,  and  of  Jove; 

But  the  sweet  theme  that  moves  my  tongue, 
Is  my  redeemer  and  his  love. 

2  Behold  a  God  descends  and  dies, 

To  save  my  soul  from  gaping  hell ! 

How  the  black  gulph  where  Satan  lies, 

Yawn'd  to  receive  me  when  I  fell ! 

3  How  justice  frown'd,  and  veng'ance  stood, 

To  drive  me  down  to  endless  pain  ! 
But  the  great  Son  propos'd  his  blood,, 
And  heav'nly  wrath  grew  mild  again. 

4  Infinite  Lover  !  gracious  Lord  ! 

To  thee  be  endless  honours  giv'n  ; 
Thy  wond'rous  name  shall  be  ador'd 
Round  the  wide  earth,  and  wider  heav'n. 
HYMN  22.     Long  Metre.       * 

1  HPERRIBLE  God,  that  reign'st  on  high, 

JL     How  awful  is  thy  thund'ring  hand  ! 
Thy  fiVy  bolts  how  fierce  they  fly  ! 
Nor  can  all  earth  or  hell  withstand. 

2  This  the  old  rebel-angels  knew, 

And  Satan  fell  beneath  thy  frown : 
Thine  arrows  struck  the  traitor  through, 
And  weighty  vepg'ance  sunk  him  down, 


118  HYMN  XLV.  BookIL 

3  This  Sodom  felt,  and  feels  it  still, 

And  roars  beneath  th'  eternal  load : 
Cf  With  endless  burnings  who  can  dwell, 
"  Or  bear  the  fury  of  a  God  !"  . 

4  Tremble,  ye  sinners,  and  submit, 

Throw  down  your  amis  before  his  throne ; 
Bend  your  heads  low  beneath  his  feet, 
Or  his  strong  hand  shall  crush  you  down. 

5  And  ye,  bless'd  saints,  that  love  him  too, 

With  rev'rence  bow  before  his  name  -, 
Thus  all  his  heav'nly  servants  do  : 
God  is  a  bright  and  burning  flame. 

HYMN  23.    Long  Metre. 

1  TTXESCEND  from  heav'n,  immortal  dove, 
l^J  Stoop  down  and  take  us  on  thy  wings, 
And  mount  and  bear  us  far  above 

The  reach  of  these  inferior  things  : 

2  Beyond,  beyond  this  lower  sky, 

Up  where  eternal  ages  roll, 
Where  solid  pleasures  never  die, 
And  fruits  immortal  feast  the  soul. 

3  O  for  a  sight,  a  pleasing  sight 

Of  our  almighty  Father's  throne ! 
There  sits  our  Saviour,  crown'd  with  light, 
Clothed  in  a  body  like  our  own. 

4  Adoring  saints  around  him  stand, 

And  thrones  and  powers  before  him  fall ; 
The  God  shines  gracious  through  the  man, 
And  sheds  sweet  glories  on  them  all ! 

5  O  what  amazing  joys  they  feeJ, 

While  to  their  golden  harps  they  sing, 
And  sit  on  every  heav'nly  hill, 

And  spread  the  triumphs  of  their  King ! 


Book  II.  HYMN  XXIV.  119 

6  "When  shall  the  day,  dear  Lord,  appear, 
That  I  shall  mount  to  dwell  above, 
And  stand  and  bow  amongst  'em  there, 
And  view  thy  face,  and  sing  and  love } 

HYMN  24.  Long  Metre. 

1  \^7HEN  theSrcat  BuiWer  areh'd  the 

An*1  forrn'd  all  nature  with  a  word, 
The  joyful  cherubs  tun'd  his  praise. 
And  every  bending  throne  ador'd, 

2  High  in  the  midst  of  all  the  throng, 

Satan,  a  tall  archangel,  sat, 
Amongst  the  morning  stars*  he  sung, 
Till  sin  destroy'd  his  heav'nly  state. 

3  [Twas  sin  thathurl'd  him  from  his  throne, 

Grov'ling  in  fire  the  rebel  lies  : 
"  How  art  thou  sunk  in  darkness  down, 
"  Sqq  of  the  morning,f  from  the  skies!] 

4  And  thus  our  two  first  parents  stood, 

Till  sin  denTd  the  happy  place; 
They  lost  their  garden  and  their  God, 
And  ruin'd  ail  their  unborn  race. 

5  [So  sprung  the  plague  from  Adam's  power. 
^  And  spread  destruction  all  abroad; 

Sin,  the  curs'd  name,  that  in  one  hour 
Spoil'd  six  days  labour  of  a  God.] 

6  Tremble,  my  scul,  and  mourn  for  grief, 

That  such  a  foe  should  seize  thy  breast, 
Fly  to  thy  Lord  for  quick  relief; 

O  !  may  he  slay  this  treach'rous  guest 

7  Then  to  thy  throne,  victorious  King, 

Then  to  thy  throne  our  shouts  shall  rise, 

*  Job  xxxviii.  7.     t  Isaiah  xiv.  12. 
2  m 


120  HYMN  ;XXYI.  Book  II 

Thine  everlasting  arm  we  sing, 

For  sin,  the  monster,  bleeds  and  dies. 
HYMN  25.  Common  Metre. 

1  A/fY  drowsy  powers  why  sleep  ye  so? 
1.VJL  Awake  my  sluggish  soul ! 
Nothing  has  half  thy  work  to  do, 

Yet  nothing's  half  so  dull. 

2  The  little  ants  for  one  poor  grain 

Labour,  and  tug,  and  strive; 
Yet  we  who  have  a  heav'n  t'  obtain, 
How  negligent  we  live^. 

3  We,  for  whose  sake  all  nature  stands, 

And  stars  iheir  courses  move  ; 
We,  for  whose  guard  the  angel  bands 
Come  flying  from  above  : 

4  We,  for  whom  the  Son  came  down 

And  labour'd  for  our  good, 
How  careless  to  secure  that  crown 
He  purchas'd  with  his  blood  ! 

5  Lord  shall  we  lie  so  sluggish  still, 

And  never  act  our  parts  ? 
Come,  holy  dove,  from  th'  heav'nly  hill, 
And  fit  and  warm  our  hearts. 

6  Then  shall  our  active  spirits  move, 

Upward  our  souls  shall  rise; 
With  hands  of  faith,  and  wings  of  love, 
We'll  fly  and  take  the  prize. 
HYMN  26.  Long  Metre 

1  T    ORD,  we  are  blind,  we  mortals  blind, 
JLj  We  can't  behold  thy  bright  abode ; 
O  !  'tis  beyond  a  creature-mind, 

To  glance  a  thought  half-way  to  God. 

2  Infinite  leagues  beyond  the  sky 

The  great  eternal-reigns  alone, 


Ebokll.        HYMN  XXVII  121 

Where  neither  wings  nor  souls  can  Bys 
Nor  angels  climb  the  topless  throne.. 

3  The  Lord  of  glory  builds  his  seat 

Of  gems  insufferably  bright, 
And  lays  beneath  his  sacred  feet 
Substantial  beams  of  gloomy  night. 

4  Yet,  glorious  Lord,  thy  gracious  eyes 

Look  through  and  cheer  us  from  above  ; 
Beyond  our  praise  thy  grandeur  flies, 
Yet  we  adore,  and  yet  we  love'. 
HYMN  27.     Long  Metre. 

1  f^ODl  the  eternal,  awful  name  ! 
VJ  That  the  whole  heav'nly  army  fears, 
That  shakes  the  wide  creation's  frame, 

And  Satan  trembles  when  he  hears. 

2  Like  flames  of  fire  his  servants  are, 

And  light  surrounds  his  dwelling-place  ; 
But,  O  ye  fi'ry  flames,  declare 
The  brighter  glories  of  his  face. 

3  Tis  not  for  such  poor  worms  as  we, 

To  speak  so  infinite  a  thing ; 
But  your  immortal  eyes  survev 

The  beauties  of  your  sov'reiWi  Kino- 

4  Tell  how  he  shows  his  smiling  face, 

And  clothes  all  heav'n  in  bright  array; 
Triumph  and  joy  run  through  the  place, 
And  songs  eternal  as  the  day. 

5  Speak  (for  you  feel  this  burning  love) 

What  zeal  it  spreads  through  all  your 
That  sacred  fire  dwells  all  above,     [frame ; 
For  we  on  earth  have  lost  the  name. 

6  [Sing  of  his  power  and  justice  too, 

That  infinite  right  hand  of  his, 
That  vanquished  Satan  and  his  crew, 
And  thunder  drove  them  down  from  bliss] 


122  HYMN  XXVIII.        Book  II. 

7  [What  mighty  storms  of  poison'd  darts, 
Were  hurl'd  upon  the  rebels  there  ! 
What  dreadful  jav'lins  nail'd  their  hearts 
Fast  to  the  racks  of  long  despair.] 
$  [Shout  to  your  King,  ye  heavenly  host, 
You  that  beheld  the  sinking  foe  : 
Firmly  ye  stood,  when  they  were  lost ; 
Praise  the  rich  grace  that  kept  you  so.] 
9  Proclaim  his  wonders  from  the  skies, 
Let  every  distant  nation  hear ; 
And  while  you  sound  his  lofty  praise, 
Let  humble  mortals  bow  and  fear. 

HYMN  28.  Common  Metre. 

1  QTOOP  down,  my  thoughts,  that  us'd  to 
k^r  Converse  a  while  with  death ;  [rise, 
Think  how  a  gasping  mortal  lies, 

And  pants  away  his  breath. 

2  His  quiv'ring  lip  hangs  feebly  down, 

His  pulses  faint  and  few  ; 
Then  speechless,  with  a  doleful  groan, 
He  bids  the  world  adieu. 

3  But,  O,  the  soul  that  never  dies ! 

At  once  it  leaves  the  clay  ! 
Ye  thoughts,  pursue  it  where  it  flies, 
And  track  its  wond'rous  way. 

4  Up  to  the  courts  where  angels  dwell, 

It  mounts,  triumphing  there  ; 
Or  devils  plunge  it  down  to  hell, 
In  infinite  despair. 

5  And  must  my  body  faint  and  die  ? 

And  must  this  soul  remove  ? 
Oh,  for  some  guardian  angel  nigh, 
To  bear  it  safe  above  ! 


Book  II.  HYMN  XXX.  12; 

6  Jesus,  to  thy  dear  faithful  hand 
My  naked  soul  1  trust : 
And  my  flesh  waits  for  thy  command, 
To  drop  into  my  du:.t. 
HYMN  29;  Common  Metre. 
-  1     1ESUS,  with  all  thy  saints  above  ! 
•J    My  tongue  would  bear  her  part, 
Would  sound  aloud  thy  saving  love, 
And  sing  thy  bleeding  heart. 

2  Bless'd  be  the  Lamb,  my  dearest  Lord, 

Who  bought  me  with  his  blood, 
And  quench'd  his  Father's  flaming  sword 
In  its  own  vital  flood. 

3  The  Lamb  that  freed  my  captive  soul 

From  Satan's  heavy  chains, 
And  sent  the  Lion  down  to  howl 
Where  hell  and  horror  reigns, 

4  All  glory  to  the  dying  Lamb, 

And  never-ceasing  praise, 
While  angels  live  to  know  his  name, 
Or  saints  that  feel  his  grace. 
HYMN  30.  Short  Metre. 
!  [pOME,  we  that  love  the  Lord,  s 
V^  And  let  our  joys  be  known  ; 
Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  accord^ 
And  thus  surround  the  throne. 

2  The  sorrows  of  the  mind 

Be  banish'd  irom  this  place  : 
Religion  never  was  designed 
To  make  our  pleasures  less.] 

3  Let  those  refuse  to  sing    . 

i  I    t  never  knew  our  God, 
But  favVites  of  the  heav'nly  Kii 
May  speak  their  joys  abrc. 
2.  n  2 


124  HYMN  XXXI.  Book  II. 

4  [The  God  that  rules  on  high 

And  thunders  when  he  please. 
That  rides  upon  the  stormy  sky, 
And  manages  the  seas :] 

5  This  awful  God  is  ours, 

Our  Father  and  our  love  ; 
He  shall  send  down  his  heavenly  powers 
To  carry  us  above. 

6  There  shall  we  see  his  face, 

And  never,  never  sin  ; 
There  from  the  rivers  of  his  grace 
Drink  endless  pleasures  in. 

7  Yes,  and  before  we  rise 

To  that  immortal  state, 
The  thoughts  of  such  amazing  bliss 
Should  constant  joys  create. 

8  [The  men  of  grace  have  found 

Glory  begun  below  : 
Celestial  fruits  on  earthly  ground, 
From  faith  and  hope  may  grow.) 

9  [The  hill  of  Sion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets, 
Before  we  reach  the  heav'nly  fields. 
Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 

10  Then  let  our  songs  abound, 

And  every  tear  be  dry ; 
We're  marching  thro*  Immanuel's  ground, 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high.] 

HYMN  3 1 .   Long  Metre. 
1   T7T7HY  should  we  start,  and  fear  to  die  ? 
V  w     What  tim'rous  worms  we  mortals 
Death  is  the  gate  of  endless  joy,         [are  t. 
And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 


Book  II.        HYMN  XXXri.  125 

2  The  pains,  the  groans,  and  dying  strife, 

Fright  our  approaching  souls  away  ; 
Still  we  shrink  back  again  to  life, 
Fond  of  our  prison  and  our  clay. 

3  O  !  if  my  Lord  would  come  and  meet, 

My  soul  should  stretch  her  wings  in  haste, 
Fly  fearless  through  death's  iron  gate, 
Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  she  pass'd. 

4  Jesus  can  make  a  dying  bed 

Feel  soft  as  downy  pillows  are, 
While  on  his  breast  I  lean  my  head, 
And  breathe  my  life  out  sweetly  there. 

HYMN  32.  Common  Metre. 

1  T  TOW  short  and  hasty  is  our  life  ! 
i~l  How  vast  our  soul's  affairs  ! 
Yet  senseless  mortals  vainly  strive 

To  lavish  out  their  years. 

2  Our  days  run  thoughtlessly  along, 

Without  a  moment's  stay  : 
Just  like  a  story  or  a  song, 
We  pass  our  lives  away. 

3  God  from  on  high  invites  us  home, 

But  wre  march  heedless  on, 
And  ever  hast'ning  to  the  tomb, 
Stoop  downwards  as  we  run. 

4  How  we  deserve  the  deepest  hell, 

That  slight  the  joys  above  ! 
What  chains  of  veng'ance  should  we  feel., 
That  break  such  chords  of  love  ! 

5  Draw  us,  O  God,  with  soV'reign  grace, 

And  lift  our  thoughts  on  big'  , 
That  we  may  end  this  mortal  race, 
And  see  salvation  rugh. 


126  HYMN  XXXIII.       Book  II. 

HYMN  33.  Common  Metre, 

1  "O  AISE  thee,  my  soul,  fly  up,  and  run 
JlV  Through  ev'ry  heav'nlv  street, 

*  And  say,  there's  nought  below  the  sun 
That's  worthy  of  thy  feet. 

2  [Thus  will  we  mount  on  sacred  wings, 

^And  tread  the  courts  above: 
Nor  earth,  nor  all  her  mightiest  things 
Shaft  tempt  our  meanest  love.] 

3  There  on  a  high,  majestic  throne 

Th'  almighty  Father  reigns, 
And  sheds  his  glorious  goodness  down 
On  all  the  blissful  plains. 

4  Bright,  like  a  sun,  the  Saviour  sits, 

And  spreads  eternal  noon, 
Nooning's  there,  nor  gloomy  nights,, 
To  want  the  feeble  moon. 

5  Amidst  these  ever-shining  skies, 

Behold  the  sacred  Dove, 
While  banish 'd  sin  and  sorrow  flies, 
From  all  the  realms  of  love. 

6  The  glorious  tenants  of  the  place 

Stand  bending  round  the  throne ; 
And  saints  and  seraphs  sing  and  praise 
1  he  infinite  Three-One. 

7  [But,  O  what  beams  of  heav'nlv  grac: 

Transport  them  all  the  while  !  c 
Ten  thousand  smiles  from  Jesus'  face, 
And  love  in  every  smile  !] 

8  Jesus !  O  when  shall- that  dear  day, 

That  joyful  hour  appear, 
When  I  shall  leave  this  house  of  clav 
To  dwell  amongst  them  there  I 


Book  I.  HYMN  XXXV.  12* 

HYMN  34.  Common  Metre. 

1  ^OME,  holy  Spirit,  hoav'nly  Dove, 
V>  With  all  thy  quick'ntng  powers. 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 

In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  Look  how  we  grovel  here  below, 

Fond  of  these  trifling  toys: 
Our  souls  can  neither  fly  nor  go 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  song», 

In  vain  we  strive  to  rise, 
Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

4  Dear  Lord !  and  shall  we  ever  live 

At  this  poor  dying  rate, 
Our  love  so  faint,,  so  cold  to  thee, 
And  thine  to  us  so  great  ? 

5  Come,  holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quick'ning  powers, 
Come  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 
HYMN  35.  Common  Metre. 

1  '       ET  them  neglect  thy  glory,  Lord, 
jL-j  Who  never  knew  thy  grace; 
But  our  loud  songs  shall  still  record 

The  wonders  of  thy  praise. 

2  We  raise  our  shouts,  O  God,  to  thee, 

And  send  them  to  thy  throne; 
All  glory  t'  the  United  Three, 
The  undivided  One. 

3  'Twas  he  (and  we'll  adore  his  name) 

That  form'd  us  by  a  word; 
*Tis  he  restores  our  ruin'd  frame: 
Salvation  to  the  Lord ! 


ISO  HYMN  XXXVII.         Book II 

4  Hosanna !  let  the  earth  and  skies 

Repeat  the  joyful  sound  -, 
Rocks,  hills,  and  vales,  reflect  the  voice 

In  one  eternal  round. 

HYMN  36.  Short  Metre. 

1  TAT^1^  tllc  Redeemer's  gone 

?  V     T'  appear  before  our  God, 
To  sprinkle  o'er  the  flaming  throne 
With  his  atoning  blood. 

2  No  fi'ry  veng'ance  now, 

No  burning  wrath  comes  down  •! 
If  justice  calls  for  sinners'  blood, 
The  Saviour  shows  his  own. 

3  Before  his  Father's  eye 

Our  humble  suit  he  moves  !' 
The  Father  lays  his  thunder  by, 
And  looks,  and  smiles,  and  loves, 

4  Now  may  our  joyful  tongues 

Our  Maker's  honour  sing  • 
Jesus,  the  priest,  receives  our  songs. 
And  bears  them  to  the  King. 

5  [We  bow  before  his  face, 

And  sound  his  glories  high  ; 
"  Hosanna  to  the  God  of  grace 
"  That  lays  his  thunder  by.] 

6  "  On  earth  thy  mercy  reigns, 

"  And  triumphs  all  above:" 
But,  Lord,  how  weak  are  mortal  strains, 
To  speak  immortal  love ! 

7  [How  jarring  and  how  low 

Are  all  the  notes  we  sing  J 
Sweet  Saviour,  tune  our  songs  anew, 
And  they  shall  please  the  King.] 


JBook  11.      HYMN  XXXVIII.  131 

IIYi\lN37.   Common  Metro. 

1  T-  IFT  up  your  eves  to  th'  heav'nly  seats 
-I—'  Where  your  Redeemer  stays ; 
Kind  Intercessor,  there  he  sits, 

And  loves,  and  pleads,  and  prays. 

2  Twas  well  my  soul,  he  died  for  thee. 

And  shed  his  vital  blood, 
Appeas'd  stern  justice  on  the  tree, 
And  then  arose  to  God. 

3  Petitions  now,  and  praise  may  rise, 

And  saints  their  ofFrings  bring, 
The  Priest  with  his  own  sacrifice 
Presents  them  to  the  King. 

4  [Let  papists  trust  what  names  they  please, 

Their  saints  and  angels  boast ; 
We've  no  such  advocates  as  these, 
Nor  pray  to  th"'  heav'nly  host.] 

5  Jesus  alone  shall  bear  my  cries 

Up  to  his  Father's  throne: 
He,  dearest  Lord,  perfumes  my  sighs, 
And  sweetens  every  groan. 

6  [Ten  thousand  praises  to  the  King, 

<c  Hosanna  in  the  high'st !" 
Ten  thousand  thanks  our  spirits  bring 
To  God  and  to  his  Christ.] 
HYMN  38.  Common  Metre. 

1  T-JAPPY  the  heart  where  graces  reign, 
A  A  Where  love  inspires  the  breast : 
Love  is  the  brightest  of  the  train, 

And  strengthens  all  the  rest. 

2  Knowledge,  alas !  'tis  all  in  vain, 

And  all  in  vain  our  fear ; 
Our  stubborn  sins  will  fight  and  reign. 
If  Jove  be  absent  there. 


132  HYMJN   AXXL\.  Book  II, 

3  'Tis  love  that  makes  our  cheerful  feet, 

In  swift  obedience  move  ; 
The  devils  know  and  tremble  too; 
But  Satan  cannot  love. 

4  This  is  the  grace  that  lives  and  sings 

When  faith  and  hope  shall  cease  ; 
'Tis  this  shall  strike  our  joyful  strings 
In  the  sweet  realms  of  biiss. 

5  Before  we  quite  forsake  our  clay, 

Or  leave  this  dark  abode, 
The  wings  of  love  bear  us  away 
To  see  our  smiling  God. 

HYMN  39.  Common  Metre. 

1  /"\UR  days,  alas!  our  mortal  days 
V^y  Are  short  and  wretched  too; 

"  Evil  and  few,"*  the  patriarch  says : 
And  well  the  patriarch  knew. 

2  'Tisbut  at  best  a  narrow  bound 

That  heav'n  allows  to  men, 
And  pains  and  sins  run  through  the  round 
Of  threescore  years  and  ten. 

3  Well,  if  ye  must  be  sad  and  few, 

Run  on,  my  days,  in  haste  ; 
Moments  of  sin,  and  months  of  woe, 
Ye  cannot  fly  too  fast. 

4  Let  heav'nly  love  prepare  my  soul, 

And  call  her  to  the  skies, 
Where  years  of  long  salvation  roll, 
And  glory  never  dies. 

HYMN  40.  Common  Metre. 
1   /~VURGod!  how  firm  his  promise  stands! 
V^/  E'en  when  he  hides  his  face, 
He  trusts  in  our  Redeemer's  hands 
\  flis  glory  and  his  grace. 
*  Gen.  xlvii.  9. 


1[U' 


1300KI1.  HYMN  XL1  m 

2  Then  why,  my  soul,  these  sad  complaints 

Sinee  Christ  and  we  are  one? 
Thy  God  is  faithful  to  his  saints, 
Is  faithful  to  his  Son. 

3  Beneath  his  smiles  my  heart  hath  hVd 

And  part  of  heav'n  possessed  ; 
I  praise  his  name  for  grace  receiv'd 
And  trust  him  for  the  rest. 

HYMN  41.    Long  Metre. 
P  to  the  fields  where  angels  lie, 
And  living  waters  gently  roll,' 
*ain  would  my  thoughts  leap  out  and  fly 
liut  sin  hangs  heavy  on  my  soul. 

2  Thy  wond'rous  blood,  dear  dyinff  Christ 

Can  make  this  world  of  guilt  remove; 
And  thou  can  st  bear  me  where  thou  flv'st 
On  thy  kind  wings,  celestial  Dove  !  * 

3  O  might  -I  once  mount  up  and  see 

The  glories  of  th'  eternal  skies ! 
What  little  things  these  worlds  would  be  I 
Mow  despicable  to  my  eyes  !] 

4  Had  I  a  glance  of  thee,  my  God, 

Kingdoms  and  men  would  vanish  soon 
Vanish,  as  though  I  saw  them  not, 
As  a  dim  candle  dies  at  noon. 

5  Then  they  might  fight,  and  rage,  and  rave  : 

1  should  perceive  the  noise  no  more 
1  nan  we  can  hear  a  shaking  leaf- 
While  rattling  thunders  round  us  roar 

6  Great  All  in  All !  eternal  King ! 

Let  me  but  view  thy  lovely  face 
And  all  my  powers  shall  bow,  and  sin* 
Nune  endless  grandeur  and  thy  grace 


j.34-  xiiivii\    ^wLiiii.  DvviLiL. 

HYMN  42.  Common  Metre. 

1  ]i  yT  Y  God,  what  endless  pleasures  dwell 
_VX  Above,  at  thy  right  hand  ! 

Thy  courts  below,  how  amiable, 
Where  all  thy  graces  stand  ! 

2  The  swallow  near  thy  temple  lies, 

And  chirps  a  cheerful  note; 
The  lark  mounts  upwards  to  thy  skies, 
And  tunes  his  warbling  throat. 

3  And  we,  when  in  thy  presence,  Lord, 

We  shout  with  joyful  tongues  ; 
Or  sitting  round  our  Father's  board, 
We  crown  the  feast  with  songs. 
^1  While  Jesus  shines  with  quick'ning  grace. 
We  sing  and  mount  on  high  ; 
.But  if  a  frown  becloud  his  face, 
We  faint,  and  tire,  and  die. 
5  [Just  as  we  see  the  lonesome  dove 
Bemoan  her  widow'd  state, 
Wand'ring,  she  flies  through  all  the  grove, 
And  mourns  her  loving  mate. 
~6  Just  so  our  thoughts  from  thing  to  thing 
In  restless  circles  rove  -y 
Just  so  we  droop  and  hang  the  wing, 
When  Jesus  hides  his  love.] 
HYMN  43.    Long  Metre. 
1  "XJOW  for  a  tune  of  lofty  praise 
JL\|    To  great  Jehovah's  equal  Son  ! 
Awake,  my  voice,  in  heav'nly  lays 
Tell  the  loud  wonders  he  hath  done. 
Q,  Sing,  how  he  left  the  worlds  of  light, 
And  the  bright  robes  he  wore  above* 
How  swift  and  joyful  was  his  flight, 
On  wings  of  everlasting  love. 


Book  II.  HYMN  XLIV.  125 

3  [Down  to  this  base,  this  sinful  earth 

He  came  to  raise  our  nature  high  ; 
He  came  t'  atone  almighty  wrath  ; 
Jesus,  the  God,  was  born  to  die.] 

4  [Hell  and  its  lions  roar'd  around  ; 

His  precious  blood  the  monster  spilt ! 
While  weighty  sorrows  press'd  him  down, 
Large  as  the  loads  of  all  our  guilt.] 

5  Deepen  the  shades  of  gloomy  death, 

TV  almighty  Captive  pris'ner  lay  • 
Th'  almighty  Captive  left  the  earth, 
And  rose  to  everlasting  day. 

6  Lift  up  your  eyes,  ye  sons  of  light, 

Up  to  his  throne  of  shining  grace ; 
See  what  immortal  glories  sit 

Round  the  sweet  beauties  of  his  face. 

7  Amongst  a  thousand  harps  and  songs 

Jesus,  the  God,  exalted  reigns  j 
His  sacred  name  fills  all  their  tongues, 
And  echoes  through  the  heav'nly plains! 
HYMN  44.    Long  Metre.' 

1  W^f"1  h°ly  fear  and  hu™ble  song, 

V  \      The  dreadful  God  our  souls  adore : 
Kev  rence  and  awe  become  the  tongue 
lhat  speaks  the  terrors  of  his  power. 

2  Far  in  the  deep,  where  darkness  dwells, 

1  he  land  of  horror  and  despair, 
Justice  hath  built  a  dismal  hel], 
_   And  laid  her  stores  of  veng'ance  there. 
*   [Eternal  plagues  and  heavy  chains, 
I  ormenting  racks  and  rl'ry  coals, 
And  darts,  t'  inflict  immortal  pains, 
Vy  d  in  blood  of  damned  souls. 


136  HMYN  XLVI.        Book  II. 

4  There  Satan,  the  first  sinner,  lies, 

And  roars,  and  bites  his  iron  bands  ; 
In  vain  the  rebel  strives  to  rise,     [hands.] 
Crush'd  with  the  weight  of  both  thy 

5  There  guilty  ghosts  of  Adam's  race 

Shriek  out  and  howl  beneath  thy  rod; 
Once  they  could  scorn  a  Saviour's  grace, 
But  they  incens'd  a  dreadful  God. 

6  Tremble,  my  soul,  and  kiss  the  Son ; 

Sinner,  obey  thy  Saviour's  call ; 
Else  your  damnation  hastens  on, 

And  hell  gapes  wide  to  wait  your  fall. 
HY^lN  45.   Long  Metre. 

1  fT^HY  favours,  Lord,  surprise  our  souls ! 

JL    Will  the  Eternal  dwell  with  us  ? 
What  canst  thou  find  beneath  the  poles 
To  tempt  thy  chariot  downward  thus ! 

2  Still  might  he  fill  his  starry  throne, 

And  please  his  ears  with  Gabriel's  songs  -, 
But  th'  heav'nly  Majesty  comes  down, 
And  bows  to  hearken  to  our  tongues. 
'3  Great  God'  what  poor  returns  we  pajr 
For  love  so  infinite  as  thine  ! 
Words  are  but  air,  and  tongues  but  clay ; 
But  thy  compassion's  all  divine. 
HYMN  46.  Long  Metre. 

1  T  IP  to  the  Lord  that  reigns  on  high, 

kJ    And  views  the  nations  from  afar, 
Let  everlasting  praises  fly, 

And  tell  how  large  his  bounties  are. 

2  [He  that  can  shake  the  worlds  he  made, 

Or  with  his  word,  or  with  his  rod  -, 
His  goodness  how  amazing  great, 
And  what  a  condescending  God  !] 


Book  U.       HYMN  XLVIL  137 

3  [God  that  must  stoop  to  view  the  skies, 

And  bow  to  see  what  angels  do, 
Down  to  our  earth  he  casts  his  eyes, 
And  bends  his  footsteps  downward  too.] 

4  He  over-rules  all  mortal  things, 

And  manages  our  mean  affairs ; 
On  humble  souls  the  King  of  kings 
Bestows  his  counsels  and  his  cares. 

5  Our  sorrows  and  our  tears  we  pour 

Into  the  bosom  of  our  God  ; 
He  hears  us  in  the  mournful  hour, 
And  helps  us  bear  the  heavy  load. 

6  In  vain  might  lofty  princes  try 

Such  condescension  to  perform  ! 
For  worms  were  never  rais'd  so  high 

Above  their  meanest  fellow-worm. 
J  O  could  our  thankful  hearts  devise 

A  tribute  equal  to  thy  grace, 
To  the  third  heav'n  our  songs  should  rise, 

And  teach  the  golden  harps  thy  praise. 

HYMN  47.    Long  Metre, 

NOW  to-  the  Lord  a  noble  song  ! 
Awake,  my  soul ;  awake  my  tongue 
Hosanna  to  th*  eternal  name, 
And  all  his  boundless  love  proclaim. 
See  where  it  shines  in  Jesus'  face, 
The  brightest  image  of  his  grace  3 
God,  in  the  person  cf  his  Son, 
Hath  all  his  mightiest  works  outdone, 
The  spacious  earth  and  spreading  flood, 
Proclaim  the  wise  and  powerful  God  3 
And  thy  rich  glories  from  afar, 
Sparkle  in  every  rolling  star, 

2..N2 


338  HYMN  XLVIII.        Book  II, 

4  But  in  his  looks  a  glory  stands, 
The  noblest  labours  or  thine  hands : 
The  pleasing  lustre  of  his  eyes 
Outshines  the  wonders  of  the  skies. 

5  Grace  !  'tis  a  sweet,  a  charming  theme; 
My  thoughts  rejoice  at  Jesus'  name! 
Ye  angels,  dwell  upon  the  sound ; 

Ye  heav'ns  reflect  it  to  the  ground  ! 

6  Oh,  may  I  live  to  reach  the  place 
Where  he  unveils  his  lovely  face  ! 
"Where  all  his  beauties  you  behold, 
And  sing  his  name  to  harps  of  gold ! 

HYMN  48.  Common  Metre. . 

1  T  TOW  vain  are  all  things  here  below  ! 
X  JL  How  false,  and  yet  how  fair  ! 
Each  pleasure  hath  its  poison  too, 

And  ev'ry  sweet  a  snare. 

2  The  brightest  things  below  the  sky 

Give  but  a  fiatt'ring  light  jj 
We  should  suspect  some  danger  nigh 
Where  we  possess  delight. 

3  Our  dearest  joys  and  nearest  friends, 

The  partners  of  our  blood, 
How  they  divide  our  wav'ring  minds. 
And  leave  but  half  for  God. 

4  The  fondness  of  a  creature's  love, 

How  strong  it  strikes  the  sense  ? 
Thither  the  warm  affections  move, 
Nor  can  we  call  them  thence. 

5  Dear  Saviour  !  let  thy  beauties  be 

My  soul's  eternal  food ; 
And  grace  command  my  heart  away 
From  all  created  good. 


Book  II.  HYMN  L.  139 

HYMN  49.    Common  Metre. 

1  '  P\EATH  cannot  make  our  souls  afraid, 
JLJ  H  God  be  with  us  there ; 

AVe  may  walk  through  its  darkest  shade, 
And  never  yield  to  fear. 

2  I  could  renounce  my  all  below, 

If  my  Creator  bid  ; 
And  run,  if  I  were  caii'd  to  go, 
And  die  as  Moses  did. 

3  Might  I  but  climb  to  Pisgah's  top,v 

And  view  the  promis'd  land, 
My  flesh  itself  would  long  to  drop, , 
And  prey  for  the  command. 

4  Clasp'd  in  my  heav'nly  Father's  arms, 

I  would  forget  my  breath, 
And  lose  my  life  among  the  charms 
Of  so  divine  a  death. 

HYMN  50.  Long  Metre. 

1  1VTOW  tet  tne  Lord,  my  saviour,  smile, 
i.^1    And  show  my  name  upon  his  heart; 
I  would  forget  my  pains  awhile, 

And  in  the  pleasure  lose  the  smart. 

2  But  O !  it  swells  my  sorrows  high, 

To  see  my  blessed  Jesus  frown  -, 
My  spirits  sink,  my  comforts  die, 
And  all  the  springs  of  Jife  are  down, 

3  Yet  why,  my  soul,  why  these  complaints? 

Still  while  he  frowns,  his  bowels  rnoyej 
Still  on  his  heart  he  bears  his  saints, 

And  feels  their  sorrows  and  his  love, 
4-  My  name  is  printed  on  his  breast ; 

His. book  of  life  contains  my  name; 
I'd  rather  have  it  there  impress'd, 

Than  in  the  bright  rocords  of  fame, 


140  HYMN  LI.  Book  II. 

5  When  the  last  fire  burns  all  things  here, 

Those  letters  shall  securely  stand, 
And  in  the  Lamb's  fair  book  appear, 
Writ  by  th'  eternal  Father's  hand. 

6  Now  shall  my  minutes  smoothly  run, 

Whilst  here  I  wait  my  Father's  will. 
My  rising  and  my  sitting  sun, 

Roll  gently  up  and  down  the  hill. 

HYMN  51.     Long  Metre. 

1  T3  RIGHT  King  of  glory,  dreadful  God! 
JLJ  Our  spirits  bow  before  thy  seat  -3 

To  thee  we  lift  an  humble  thought, 
And  worship  at  thine  awful  feet.    . 

2  [Thy  power  hath  form'd,  thy  wisdom  sways, 

All  nature  with  a  sov'reign  word  : 
And  the  bright  world  of  stars  obeys 
The  will  of  their  superior  Lord.] 
S   [Mercy  and  truth  unite  in  one, 

And  smiling  sit  at  thy  right  hand  -> 
Eternal  justice  guards  thy  throne, 
Andveng'ancewaitsthy  dread  command.] 

4  A  thousand  seraphs  strong  and  bright 

Stand  round  the  glorious  Deity  ; 

But  who  amongst  the  sons  of  light 

Pretends  comparison  with  thee  ? 

5  Yet  there  is  one  of  human  frame, 

Jesus  array'd  in  flesh  and  blood, 
Thinks  it  no  robbery  to  claim 
A  full  equality  with  God. 

6  [Their  glory  shines  with  equal  beams. 

Their  essence  is  for  ever  one  : 
Though  they  are  known  by  diff  rent  namei?^ 
The  father  God,  and  God  the  Son, 


Book  II.         HYMN  LIII.  141 

7  Then  let  the  name  of  Christ  our  King 
With  equal  honours  be  ador'd  ; 
His  praise  let  every  angel  sing, 

And  all  the  nations  own  the  Lord.] 
HYMN  52.  Common  Metre. 

1  "n\EATH  !  'tis  a  melancholy  day 
JLJ  To  those  that  have  no  God, 
When  the  poor  soul  is  forc'd  away 

To  seek  her  last  abode. 

2  In  vain  to  heav'n  she  lifts  her  eyes ; 

But  guilt,  a  heavy  chain, 
Still  drags  her  downward  from  the  skies, 
To  darkness,  fire,  and  pain. 

3  Awake  and  mourn,  ye  heirs  of  hell; 

Let  stubborn  sinners  fear  : 
Y'ou  must  be  driv'n  from  earth  and  dwell 
A  long  for  ever  there. 

4  See  how  the  pit  gapes  wide  for  you, 

And  flashes  in  your  face  ; 
And  thou,  my  soul,  look  downward  too, 
And  sing  recov'ring  grace. 

5  He  is  a  God  of  sov'reign  love, 

That  promis'd  heav'n  to  me, 
And  taught  my  thoughts  to  soar  above. 
Where  happy  spirits  be. 

6  Prepare  me,  Lord,  for  thy  right  hand  -, 

Then  come  the  joyful  day  ; 
Come  death,  and  some  celestial  band, 
To  bear  my  soul  away. 

HYMN  53.  Common  Metre. 
1  T    ORD,  what  a  wretched  land  is  this, 
JLi  That  yields  us  no  supply, 
No  cheering  fruits,  no  wholesome  trees, 
Nor  streams  of  living  joy  ? 


142  HYMN  LIIL  Book  II. 

2  But  pricking  thorns  through  all  the  ground, 

And  mortal  poisons  grow; 
And  dl  the  rivers  that  are  found, 
With  dang'rous  waters  flow. 

3  Yet  the  dear  path  to  thine  abode 

Lies  through  this  horrid  land  : 
Lord !  we  would  keep  the  heav'nly  road, 
And  run  at  thy  command. 

4  [Our  souls  shall  tread  the  desert  through 

With  undiverted  feet  : 
And  faith  and  flaming  zeal  subdue 
The  terrors  that  we  meet.] 

5  [A  thousand  savage  beasts  of  prey 

Around  the  forest  roam  ; 
But  Judah's  Lion  guards  the  way, 
And  guides  the  strangers  home.] 

6  [Long  nights  and  darkness  dwell  below, 

With  scarce  a  twinkling  ray  ;  :. 

But  the  bright  world  to  which  we  go 
Is  everlasting  day.] 

7  [By  glimm'ring  hopes*  and  gloomy  fears, 

^  We  trace  the  sacred  road  -3 
Through  dismal  deeps,  and  dang'rous  snares 
We  make  our  way  to  God.] 

8  'Our  journey  is  a  thorny  maze, 

But  we  march  upward  still ; 
Forget  these  troubles  of  the  ways, 
And  reach  at  Zion's  hill. 

9  [See  the  kind  angels  at  the  gates 

Inviting  us  to  come  ! 
There  Jesus,  the  fore-runner,  waits, 
To  welcome  travelers  home  !] 
10 There,  on  a  green  and  flow'ry  mount, 
Our  weary  souls  shall  sit, 


And  with  transporting  joys  recount 
The  labours  of  our  feet. 

1 1  [No  vain  discourse  shall  fill  our  tongue, 

Nor  trifles  vex  our  ear ; 
Infinite  grace  shall  fill  our  song, 
And  God  rejoice  to  hear.] 

12  Eternal  glories  to  the  King 

That  brought  us  safely  through, 
Our  tongue  shall  never  cease  to  sing,     ' 
And  endless  praise  renew. 
HYMN  54.  Common  Metre. 

1  A/T^  God  !  the  spring  of  all  my  joys, 
^.VX  The  life  of  my  delights, 

The  glory  of  my  brightest  days, 
And  comfort  of  my  nights ! 

2  In  darkest  shades  if  he  appear, 

My  dawning  is  begun ! 
He  is  my  soul's  sweet  morning  star, 
And  he  my  rising  sun. 

3  The  op'ning  heav'ns  around  me  shine 

With  beams  of  sacred  bliss, 
While  Jesus  shows  his  heart  is  mine, 
And  whispers,  "  I  am  his  1" 

4  My  soul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay 

At  that  transporting  word, 
Run  up  with  joy  the  shining  way 
T'  embrace  my  dearest  Lord. 

5  Fearless  of  hell  and  ghastly  death, 

I'd  break  through  ev'ry  toe  -, 
The  wings  of  love,  and  arms  of  faith. 
Should  bear  me  conqu'ror  through. 
HYMN  55.  Common  Metre. 
1  HPHEE  we  adore,  eternal  name 4 
A    And  humbly  own  to  thee, 


#.*ry  iiiivii^     .l<>  1.  JLiUUis:  11. 

How  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame, 
What  dying  worms  are  we! 

2  [Our  wasting  lives  grow  shorter  still, 

As  months  and  days  increase  ; 
And  every  beating  pulse  we  tell, 
Leaves  but  the  number  less. 

3  The  year  rolls  round,  and  steals  away 

The  breath  that  first  it  gave ; 
Whatever  we  do,  where'er  we  be, 
We're  travelling  to  the  grave.] 

4  Dangers  stand  thick  through  all  the  ground, 

To  push  us  to  the  tomb ; 
And  fierce  diseases  wait  around, 
To  hurry  mortals  home. 

5  Good  God  !  on  what  a  slender  thread 

Hangs  everlasting  things  ! 
Th'  eternal  states  of  all  the  dead, 
Upon  life's  feeble  strings. 

6  Infinite  joy  or  endless  woe 

Attends  on  every  breath ; 
And  yet  how  unconcern'd  we  go 
Upon  the  brink  of  death  ! 

7  Waken,  O  Lord,  our  drowsy  sense, 

To  walk  this  dang'rous  road  > 

And  if  our  souls  are  hurry'd  hence, 

May  they  be  found  with  God. 

HYMN  56.  Common  Metre. 

1  IVfO,  I  shall  envy  them  no  more 
1.AI    Who  grow  profanely  great, 
Though  they  increase  their  golden  store, 

And  rise  to  wond'rous  height. 

2  They  taste  of  all  the  joys  that  grow 

Upon  this  earthly  clod  ! 


tfookll.  HYMN   LVII.  145 

Welt,  they  may  search  the  creature  through, 
For  they  have  ne'er  a  God. 

3  Shake  off  the  thoughts  of  dying  too, 

And  think  your  lire  your  own, 
But  death  comes  hast'ning  on  to  you, 
To  mow  your  glory  down. 

4  Yes,  you  must  bow  your  stately  head, 

Away  your  spirit  flies, 
And  no  kind  angel  near  your  bed 
To  bear  it  to  the  skies. 

5  Go  now,  and  boast  of  all  your  stores, 

And  tell  how  bright  you  shine  : 
Your  heaps  of  glittering  dust  are  yours, 
And  my  Redeemer's  mine. 
HYMN  57.  Long  Metre. 

1  ORD,  how  secure  and  blest  are  they 
J— '  Who  feel  the  joys  of  pardon'd  sin  ! 
Should  storms  of  wrath  shake  earth  and  sea, 

Their  mindshaveheav'n and  peace  within. 

2  The  day  glides  swiftly  o'er  their  heads, 

Made  up  of  innocence  and  love  • 
And  soft  and  silent  as  the  shades,  ' 
Their  nightly  minutes  gently  move. 

3  [Quick  as  their  thoughts  their  joys  come  on, 

But  fly  not  half  so  swift  away  : 
Their  souls  are  ever  bright  as  noon, 
And  calm  as  summer  ev'nings  be. 
I  How  oft  they  look  to  th'  heav'nly  hills, 
Where  groves  of  living  pleasure  grow r 
And  longing  hopes  and  cheerful  smiles 
Sit  undisturb'd  upon  their  brow.] 
5  They  scorn  to  seek  our  golden  toys, 
But  spend  the  day,  and  share  the  nig' 


2  o 


1 46  HYMN  LVIII.  Book  II. 

,    In  numb'ring  o'er  the  richer  joys 

That  heav'n  prepares  for  their  delight. 
6  While  wretched  we,  like  worms  and  moles, 

Lie  grov'lling  in  the  dust  below:     ^ 
Almighty  grace,  renew  our  souls  ! 

And  we'll  aspire  to  gloy  too. 

HYMN  58.  Common  Metre. 

1  r  E  MME  !  what  an  empty  vapour  'tis  !      v 

A    And  days,  how  swift  they  are  ! 
Swift  as  an  Indian  arrow  hies, 
Or  like  a  shooting  star. 

2  [The  present  moments  just  appear, 

Then  slide  away  in  haste, 
That  we  can  never  say,  "  They're  here  " 
But  only  say,  "  They're  past."] 

J  [Our  life  is  ever  on  the  wing, 
And  death  is  ever  nigh  : 
The  moment  when  our  lives  begin, 
We  all  begin  to  die.] 

4  Yet,  mighty  God!  our  fleeting  days 

Thy  lasting  favours  share  ; 
Yret,  with  the  bounties  of  thy  grace, 
Thou  load'st  the  rolling  year. 

5  'Tis  SQv'reign  mercy  finds  us  food, 

And  we  are  clothed  with  love  : 
While  grace  stands  pointing  out  the  road 
That  leads  our  souls  above. 

6  His  goodness  runs  an  endless  round  j 

Ail  glory  to  the  Lord  ! 
His  mercy  never  knows  a  bound  -, 
And  be  his  name  ador'd! 

7  Thus  we  begin  the  lasting  song ; 

And  when  we  close  our  eyes, 


Book  II.  IIYMX  LIX.  m 

Let  the  next  age  thy  praise  prolong,. 
Till  time  and  nature  dies. 

HYMN  59.  Common  Metre. 
"  l  /^LORY  to  God  that  walks  the  sky, 
VT  And  sends  his  blessings  through; 
That  tells  his  saints  of  joys  on  high, 
And  gives  a  taste  below. 

2  Glory  to  God  that  stoops  his  throne, 

That  dust  and  worms  may  sce't. 
And  brings  a  glimpse  of  glory  down, 
Around  his  sacred  feet. 

3  When  Christ,  with  all  his  graces  crown'd, 

Sheds  his  kind  beams  abroad, 
'Tis  a  young  heav'n  on  earthly  ground, 
And  glory  in  the  bud. 

4  A  blooming  Paradise  of  joy 

In  this  wild  desert  springs, 
And  every  sense  I  straight  employ 
On  sweet  celestial  things. 

5  YY  hite  lilies  all  around  appear, 

And  each  his  glory  shows : 
The  rose  of  Sharon  blossoms  here, 
The  fairest  flower  that  blows. 

6  Cheerful  I  feast  on  heav'nly  fruit, 

And  drink  the  pleasures  down; 
Pleasures  that. flow  hard  by  the  foot 
Of  the  eternal  throne.] 

7  But  ah!  how  soon  my  joys  decav  ! 

How  soon  my  sins  arise! 
And  snatch  the  heav'nly  scene  away 
From  these  lamenting  eyes. 

8  When  shall  the  time,  dear  Jesus,  when  " 

1  he  shining  day  appear,  . 
Inat  I  snail  leave  those  clouds  of  sin, 
And  guilt  and  darkness  here? 


I4S  HYMN  LX,  Book  II- 

9  Up  to  the  fields  above  the  skies,, 
My  hasty  feet  would  go, 
There  everlasting  flowers  arise, 
And  joys  unwith'ring  grow. 

HYMN  60.    Long  Metre. 

1  TjjRAISE,  everlasting  praise,  be  paid 
JL     To  him  that  earth's  foundation  laid  : 
Praise  to  the  Cod  whose  strong  decrees 
Sway  the  creation  as  he  please. 

2  ^Praise  to  the  goodness  of  the  Lord, 
Who  rules  his  people  by  his  word, 
And  there,  as  strong  as  his  decrees, 
He  sets  his  kindest  promises. 

3  [Firm  are  the  words  his  prophets  give, 
Sweet  words  on  which  his  children  live; 
Each  of  them  is  the  voice  of  God, 
Who  spoke,  and  spread  the  skies  abroad. 

4  Each  of  them  powerful  as  that  sound 
That  bid  the  new-made  world  go  round: 
And  stronger  than  the  solid  poles, 

On  which  the  wheel  of  nature  rolls.] 

5  Whence  then  should  doubts  and  fears  arise  ? 
Why  trickling  sorrows  drown  our  eyes? 
Slowly,  alas  J  our  mind  receives 

The  comforts  that  our  Maker  gives. 

6  O  for  a  strong,  a  lasting  faith  ! 

To  credit  what  th'  Almighty  saith ! 
TJ  embrace  the  message  of  his  Son, 
And  callthe  joys  of  heav'nour  own  : 

7  Then  should  the  earth's  old  pillars  shake, 
And  all  the  wheels  of  nature  break,         i 
Our  steady  souls  would  fear  no  more 
Than  solid  rocks  when  billows  roar, 


Book.  II.  HYMN  LXII.  U? 

8  Our  everlasting  hopes  arise 
Above  the  ruinablc  skies, 
Where  the  eternal  Builder  reigns, . ; 
And  his  own  courts  his  power  sustains. 
HYMN  61.  Common  Metre. 

1  IV/jfY  soul,  come,  meditate  the  dayy 
1VX  And  think  how  near  it  stands, 
Wtaerjj  thou  must  quit  this  house  of  clay, 

And  fly  to  unknown  lands. 

2  [And  you,  mine  eyes,  look  down  and  view 

The  hollow  gaping  tomb  ; 
This  gloomy  prison  waits  for  you, 
Whene'er  the  summons  come.] 

3  Oh!  could  we  die  with  those  that  die, 

And  place  us  in  their  stead; 
Then  would  our  spirits  learn  to  fly, 
And  converse  with  the  dead : 

4  Then  should  we  see  the  saints  above, 

In  their  own  glorious  forms, 
And  wonder  why  our  souls  should  love 
To  dwell  with  mortal  worms. 

5  [How  we  should  scorn  these  clothes  of  flesh,. 

These  fetters,  and  this  load: 
And  long  for  evening  to  undress, 
That  we  may  rest  with  God.] 

6  We  should  almost  forsake  our  clay 

Before  the  summons  come, 
And  pray,  and  wish  our  souls  away 
To  their  eternal  home. 

HYMN  62.  Common  Metre. 
i    C*  ING  to  the  Lord,  ye  heav'nly  hosts  3 
O  And  thou,  O  earth,  adore  : 
Let  death  and  hell  through  all  their  coasts. 
Stand  trembling  at  his  power. 
2  0  % 


150  HYMN  LXIir.         Book  II. 

2  His  sounding  chariot  shakes  the  sky ; 

He  makes  the  clouds  his  throne/ 

There  #11  his  stores  of  lightning  lie, 

Till  veng'ance  darts  them  down. 

3  His  nostrils  breathe  out  fi'ry  streams, 

And  from  his  awful  tongue       :  k  y  y  «j 
A  sovereign  voice  divides  the  flames, 
And  thunder  roars  along. 

4  Think,  Q  my  soul,  the  dreadful  day, 

When  this  incensed  God 
Shall  rend  the  sky,  and  burn  the  sea, 
And  fling  his  wrath. abroad. 

5  What  shall  the  wretch,  the  sinner  do? 

He  once  defied  the  Lord  1 
But  he  shall  dread  the  Thund'rer  now, 
And  sink  beneath  his  word. 

6  Tempests  of  angry  fire  shall  roll 

To  blast  the  rebel  worm, 
And  beat  upon  his  naked  soul 
In  one  eternal  storm. 

HYMN  63.  Common  Metre. 

1  TT  ARK !  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  sound, 
XJL  My  ears  attend  the  cry ; 

"  Ye  living  men,  come  view  the  ground 
"  Where  you  must  shortly  lie. 

2  "  Princes,  this  clay  must  be  your  bed, 

%  In  spite  of  all  your  towers  -, 
"  The  tall,  the  wise,  the  rev'rend  head, 

"  Must  lie  as  low  as  ours." 
S  Great  God  !  is  this  our  certain  doom  > 

And  are  we  still  secure  ? 
Still  walking  downward  to  our  tomb* 

And  yet  prepare  no  more  ' 


Book  II.  HYMN  LXV.  151 

4  Grant  us  the  power  of  quick'ning  grace, 
To  fit  our  souls  to  fly  ; 
Then,  when  we  drop  this  dying  flesh, 
We'll  rise  above  the  sky. 

HYMN  6  1-.     Long  Metre. 

1  T  TAPPY  the  church,  thou  sacred  place, 
11  The  seat  of  thy  Creator's  grace; 
Thy  holy  courts  are  his  abode, 

Thou  earthly  palace  of  our  God. 

2  Thy  walls  are  strength,  arid  at  thy  gates. 
A  guard  of  heav'nly  warrior's  waits; 
Nor  shall  thy  deep  foundations  move,. 
Fix'd  on  his  counsels  and  his  love. 

3  Thy  foes  in  vain  designs  engage, 

A  *  •  • 

Against  his  throne  in  vain  they  rage  • 
Like  rising  waves  with  angry  roar. 
That  dash  and  die  upon  the  shore. 

4-  Then  let  our  souls  in  Zion  dwell ; 
Nor  fear  the  wrath  of  Rome  and  hell ; 
His  arms  embrae'd  this  happy  ground, 
Like  brazen  bulwarks  built  around. 

5  God  is  our  shield,  and  God  our  sun; 
Swift  as  the  fleeting  moments  run, 
On  us  he  sheds  new  beams  of  grace, 
And  we  reflect  his  brightest  praise. 
HYMN  65.  Common  Metre. 

1  TT7HEN  I  can  read  my  title  clear 

*  y     To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 

And  hellish  darts  be  hurl'd, 

Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 

And  face  a  frowning  world. 


1 5  2  HYMN  LXVI.  Bock  HI 

3  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 

And  storms  of  sorrow  fall  -, 
May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home/  i|V 
My  God,  my  heav'n,  myall: 

4  There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul 

In  seas  of  heav'nly  rest, 
And  not  a  -wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 

HYMN  66.    Common-  Metre. 
— 1  nPHKRE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight^ 
-I-    Where  saints  immortal  reign; 
Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleasures  banish  paim 

2  There  everlasting  spring  abidesy 

And  never-with'ring  flowers: 
Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 
This  heav'nly  land  from  ours. 

3  [Sweet  fields  beyond  the  swelling  flood 

Stand  dress'd  in  living  green  : 

So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood, 

While  Jordan  roll'd  between. 

4  But  tiffi'rbus  mortals  start  and  shrink, 

To  cross  this  narrow  sea; 
And  linger,  shiv'ring  on  the  brink, 
And  fear  to  launch  away,] 

5  O !  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove* 

Those  gloomy  doubts  that  rise, 
And  see  the  Canaan  that  we  love 
With  unbeclouded  eyes ! 

6  Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood, 

And  view  the  iandskip  o'er, 
Nor  Jordan's  streams,nor  death's  cold  flood* 
Sbould  fright  us  from  the  shore* 


Book  II.        HYMN  LXVIir:  133 

HYMN  67.  Common  Metre. 

1  /^l  REAT  God  !  how  iniinite  art  thou  ! 
VJT  What  worthless  worms  are  we ! 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 

And  pay  their  praise  to  thee. 

2  Thy  throne  eternal  ages  stood, 

Ere  seas  or  stars  v/ere  made ; 

Thou  art  the  ever-living  God, 
Were  all  the  nations  dead. 
8  Nature  and  time  quite  naked  lie 
To  thine  immense  survey, 

From  the  formation  of  the  sky- 
To  the  great  burning  day. 

4  Eternity,  with  all  its  years, 

Stands  present  in  thy  view : 
To  thee,  there's  nothing  old  appears; 
Great  God  !  there's  nothing  new. 

5  Our  lives  through  various  scenes  are  drawn, 

And  vex'd  with  trifling  cares, 
While  thine  eternal  thought  moves  on 
Thine  undisturb'd  affairs. 

6  Great  God!  how  infinite  art  thou! 

What  worthless  worms  are  we  ! 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 
And  pay  their  praise  to  thee. 
HYMN  68.  Common  Metre. 

1  T^ATHER;  I  long,  I  faint  to  see 
JO    The  place  of  thine  abode : 

I'd  leave  thine  earthly  courts,  and  flee 
Up  to  thy  seat,  my  God  i 

2  Here  I  behold  thy  distant  face, 

And  'tis  a  pleasing  sight ; 
But  to  abide  in  thine  embrace, 
Is  infinite  delight. 


154  HYMN  LXIX.,        Book  II 

3  I'd  part  with  ail  the  joys  of  sense, 

To  gaze  upon  thy  throne; 
Pleasure  springs  fresh  for  ever  thence, 
Unspeakable,  unknown. 

4  [There  all  the  heav'nly  hosts  are  seen, 

In  shining  ranks  they  move, 
And  drink  immortal  vigour  in, 
With  wonder,  and  with  love. 

5  Then  at  thy  feet  with  awful  fear 

Th'  adoring  armies  fall; 
With  joy  they  shrink  to  nothing  there, 
Before  the  eternal  All. 

6  There' I  would  vie  with  all  the  host 

In  duty  and  in  bliss; 
While  less,  than  nothing  I  could  boast, 
And  vanity*  confess.] 

7  The  more  thy  glories  strike  mine  eyes, 

The  humbler  I  shall  lie; 
Thus  while  I  sink,  my  joys  shall  rise 
Unmeasurably  high. 

HYMN  69.  Common  Metre. 

1  [T3EGIN,   my  tongue,  some  heav'nly 

JL*     theme, 

And  speak  some  boundless  thing, 
The  mighty  works,  or  mightier  name 
Of  our  eternal  King. 

2  Tell  of  his  wond'rous  faithfulness, 

And  sound  his  power  abroad; 
Sing  the  sweet  promise  of  his  grace, 
And  the  performing  God. 
S  Proclaim,  "  Salvation  from  the  Lord, 
"  For  wretched  dying  men;*' 

*  Isaiah  xj.  17, 


adjokll.  IlllVIlN    LAA.  155 

Ills  hand  has  writ  the  sacred  word 
With  an  immortal  pen. 

4  Engrav'd  as  in  eternal  brass 

T he  mighty  promise  shines : 
Nor  can  the  powers  of  darkness  rase 
Those  everlasting  lines.] 

5  [He  that  can  dash  whole  worlds  to  death, 

And  make  them  When  he  please; 
He  speaks,  and  that  almighty  breath 
Fulfils  his  great  decrees. 

6  His  very  word  of  grace  is  strong, 

As  that  which  built  the  skies; 
The  voice  that  rolls  the  stars  along, 
Speaks  all  the  promises. 

7  He  said,  "  Let  the  wide  hsav'n  be  spread/' 

And  heav'n  was  stretcVd  abroad ; 
"  Abram,  I'll  be  thy  God,"  he  said, 
And  he  was  Abram's  God. 

8  O,  might  I  hear  thy  heav'nly  tongue 

But  whisper,  "  Thou  art  mine  !" 
Those  gentle  words  should  raise  my  song 
To  notes  almost  divine. 

9  How  would  my  leaping  heart  rejoice, 

And  think  my  heav'n  secure ! 
I  trust  the  all-creating  voice, 
And  faith  desires  no  more.] 
HYMN  70.    Long  Metre. 

3   f-r°D  °f  the  Seas'  thy  thund'ring  v°ice 
VJT  Makes  all  the  roaring  waves  rejoice! 
And  one  soft  word  of  thy  command, 
Can  sink  them  silent  in  the  sand; 

2  If  but  a  Moses  wave  thy  rod, 
The  sea  divides,  and  owns  its  God; 
The  stormy  floods  their  Maker  knew, 
And  let  his  chosen  armies  through. 


I 'JO  inil\ll\     JUAAl.  JDOOKH. 

3  The  scaly  flocks  amidst  the  sea, 

To  thee,  their  Lord,  a  tribute  pay  ; 
The  meanest  fish  that  swims  the  flood, 
Leaps  up,  and  means  a  praise  to  God. 

4  [The  larger  monsters  of  the  deep, 
On  thy  commands  attendance  keep; 
By  thy  permission  sport  and  play, 
And  cleave  along  their  foaming  way. 

5  If  God  his  voice  of  tempest  rears, 
Leviathan  lies  still,  and  fears ; 
Anon  he  lifts  his  nostrils  high, 
And  spouts  the  ocean  to  the  sky.] 

6  How  is  thy  glorious  power  ador'd, 
Amidst  these  watVy  nations,  Lord  ! 
Yet  the  bold  men  that  trace  the  seas. 
Bold  men  !  refuse  their  Maker's  praise. 

7  [What  scenes  of  miracles  they  see, 
And  never  tune  a  song  to  thee  ! 
While  on  the  flood  they  safely  ride, 
They  curse  the  hand  that  smooths  the  tide. 

8  Anon  they  plunge  in  wat'ry  graves, 
And  some  drink  death  among  the  waves: 
Yet  the  surviving  crew  blaspheme, 

Nor  own  the  God  that  rescu'd  them.] 

9  O,  for  some  signal  of  thine  hand  ! 
Shake  all  the  seas,  Lord,  shake  the  land ; 
Great  Judge,  descend,  lest  men  deny 
That  there's  a  God  that  rules  the  sky. 
From  the  10th  to  the  lOSth  Hymn,  I  hope 

the  reader  will  forgive  the  neglect  of  rhyme  in 
the  first  and  third  lines  of  the  stanza. 

HYMN  71.  Common  Metre. 
I  rTHHE  glories  of  my  Maker,  God, 
X    My  joyful  voice  shall  sing, 


And  call  the  nations  to  adore 
Their  Former  and  their  Kino-. 

2  Twas  his  right  hand  that  shap'd  our  clay 

And  wrought  this  human  frame ; 
But  from  his  own  immediate  breath 
Our  nobler  spirits  came. 

3  We  bring  our  mortal  powers  to  God, 

And  worship  with  our  tongues  \ 
We  claim  some  kindred  with  the  skies, 
And  join  th'  angelic  songs. 

4  Let  grov'lling  beasts  of  every  shane, 

And  fowls  of  every  wing, 
And  rocks,  and  trees,  and  fires,  and  seas, 
1  neir  various  tribute  bring. 

5  Ye  planets,  to  his  honour  shine, 

And  wheels  of  nature  roll  • 
Praise  him  in  your  unwearied  course 
Around  the  steady  pole. 

6  The  brightness  of  our  Maker's  name, 

1  he  wide  creation  BUs  : 
And  his  unbounded  grandeur  flies 
Beyond  the  heav'nly  hills. 
HYMN  72.  Common  Metre. 
2  T>  LESS'D  morning,  whose  young  dawn- 
±J     ing  rays 

Beheld  our  rising  God  ; 
That  saw  him  triumph  o'er  the  dust. 
And  leave  his  last  abode  ! 

2  In  the  cold  prison  of  a  tomb 

The  dead  Redeemer  lay, 
Till  the  revolving  skies  had  brought 
The  third,  the  appointed  day. 

3  Hell  and  the  grave  unite  their  force 

1  o  hold  our  God  in  vain ; 
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158  riiiviiN   i^xViViv.        duujw  jli.. 

The  sleeping  conqueror  arose, 
And  burst  their  feeble  chain. 

4  To  thy  great  name  almighty  Lord, 

These  sacred  hours  we  pay, 
And  loud  hosannas  shall  proclaim 
The  triumph  of  the  day. 

5  [Salvation  and  immortal  praise 

To  our  victorious  King ; 
Let  heav'n,  and  earth,  and  rocks,  and  seas, 
With  glad  hosannas  ring.] 
HYMN  73.  Common  Metre. 

1  T  TENCE  from  my  soul  sad  thoughts  be 
XT  And  leave  me  to  my  joys ;  [gone, 
My  tongue  shall  triumph  in  my  God, 

And  make  a  joyful  noise. 

2  Darkness  and  doubts  had  veil'd  my  mind, 

And  drown'd  my  head  in  tears, 
Till  sov'reign  grace,  with  shining  rays, 
Dispeird  my  gloomy  fears. 

3  O  what  immortal  joys  I  felt, 

And  raptures  all  divine, 
When  Jesus  told  me,  I  was  his, 
And  my  Beloved,  mine  ! 

4  In  vain  the  tempter  frights  my  soul, 

And  breaks  my  peace  in  vain ; 
One  glimpse,  dear  Saviour,  of  thy  face 
Revives  my  joys  again. 

HYMN  74.  Short  Metre. 

1  TS  this  the  kind  return, 

A  And  these  the  thanks  we  owe  ? 
Thus  to  abuse  eternal  love, 
Whence  all  our  blessings  flow! 

2  To  what  a  stubborn  frame 

Hath  sin  reduc'd  our  mind! 


Book  II.        HYMN  LXXV.  159 

What  strange  rebellious  wretches  we, 
And  God  as  strangely  kind  ! 

3  [On  us  he  bids  the  sun 

Shed  his  reviving  rays  ; 
For  us  the  skies  their  circles  run 
To  lengthen  out  our  days. 

4  The  brutes  obey  their  God, 

And  bow  their  necks  to  men  ; 
But  we  more  base,more  brutish  things, 
Reject  his  easy  reign.] 

5  Turn,  turn  us,  mighty  God ' 

And  mould  our  souls  afresh  ! 
Break,  sovereign  grace,  theseheartsof  stone, 
And  give  us  hearts  of  flesh. 

6  Let  past  ingratitude 

Provoke  our  weeping  eyes, 
And  hourly,  as  new  mercies  fall, 
Let  hourly  thanks  arise. 

HYMN  75.  Common  Metre. 

1  T^RP¥  thee> my  God'  m7 J°ys  sha11  rise, 
A     And  run  eternal  rounds, 

Beyond  the  limits  of  the  skies, 

And  all  created  bounds. 

2  The  holy  triumphs  of  my  soul 

Shall  death  itself  out-brave  ; 
Leave  dull  mortality  behind, 
And  fly  beyond  the  grave. 
5  There,  where  my  blessed  Jesus  reigns 
In  heavVs  unmeasur'd  space, 
1 11  spend  a  long  eternity 
In  pleasure  and  in  praise. 
•  Millions  of  years  my  wond'ring  eyes 
fcnall  o  er  thy  beauties  rove, 


160  HYMN  LXXVI.         Book  IL 

And  endless  ages  I'll  adore 
The  glories  of  thy  love. 

5  [Sweet  Jesus  !  every  smile  of  thine 

Shall  fresh  endearments  bring ; 
And  thousand  tastes  of  new  delight 
From  all  thy  graces  spring. 

6  Haste,  my  beloved,  fetch  my  soul 

Up  to  thy  blest  abode  ! 
Fly,  for  my  spirit  longs  to  see 
My  Saviour  and  my  God.] 

HYMN  76.  Common  Metre. 

1  Y  TOSANNA  to  the  Prince  of  Light, 
XTl  That  clothed  himself  in  clay  -y 
Enter'd  the  iron  gates  of  deaths 

And  tore  the  bars  away. 

2  Death  is  no  more  the  king  of  dread, 

Since  our  Immanuel  rose ; 
He  took  the  tyrant's  sting  away, 
And  spoil'd  our  hellish  foes. 

3  See  how  the  Conqu'ror  mounts  aloft?; 

And  to  his  Father  flies, 
With  scars  ^f  honour  in  his  flesh, 
And  triumph  in  his  eyes. 

4  There  our  exalted  Saviour  reigns, 

And  scatters  blessings  down  ; 
Our  Jesus  fills  the  middle  seat 
Of  the  celestial  throne. 

5  [Raise  your  devotion,  mortal  tongues, 

To  reach  his  bless'd  abode ; 
Sweet  be  the  accents  of  your  songs 
To  our  incarnate  God. 

6  Bright  angels,  strike  your  loudest  strings, 

Your  sweetest  voices  raise  ; 
Let  heav'n  and  all  created  things 
Sound  our  Immanuel's  praise.] 


Book  II.      HYMN  LXXVIII.  1 6 1 

HYMN  77.  Long  Metre. 

-  1   [  OTAND  up,  my  soul,  shake  off  thy  fears, 
O  And  gird  the  gospel-armour  on  5 
March  to  the  gates  of  endless  joy, 

Where  thy  great  Captain-Saviour's  gone. 

2  Hell  and  thy  sins  resist  thy  course, 

But  hell  and  sin  are  vanquish 'd  foes;  ■ 
Thy  Jesus  nail'd  them  to  the  cross, 
And  sung  the  triumph  when  he  rose.] 

3  [What  though  the  prince  of  darkness  rage, 

And  waste  the  fury  of  his  spite; 
Eternal  chains  confine  him  down 
To  fi'ry  deeps,  and  endless  night. 

4  What  though  thine  inward  lusts  rebel ; 

'Tis  but  a  struggling  gasp  for  life ; 
The  weapons  of  victorious  grace 

Shall  slay  thy  sins  and  end  the  strife.] 

5  Then  let  my  soul  march  boldly  on, 

Press  forward  to  the  heav'nly  gate  ; 
There  peace  and  joy  eternal  reign, 

And  glitt'ring  robes  for  conqu'rorswait; 
5  There  shall  I  wear,  a  starry  crown, 
And  triumph  in  almighty  grace; 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  skies 
Join  in  my  glorious  Leader's  praise, 
HYMN  78.   Common  Metre. 

1  TT7HEN  the  first  Darents  of  our  race 

V  V    Rebell'd  and  lost  their  God, 
And  the  infection  of  their  sin 
Had  tainted  all  our  blood! 

2  Infinite  pity  touch'd  the  heart 

Of  the  eternal  Son  5- 
Descending  from  the  heav'nly  courts 
He  left  his  Father's  throne. . 

2  p3 


162  HYMN  LXXIX.        Book  II. 

3  Aside  the  Prince  of  Glory  threw 

His  most  divine  arrays 
And  wxapp'd.his  Godhead,  in  a-  veil 
Of  our  inferior  clay. 

4  His.  living  power,  and  dying  love, 

Redeem 'd  unhappy  man, 
And  rais'd'.the  ruins  of  our  race 
To  life  and  God  again. 

.5  To  thee,  dear  Lord,  our  flesh,  and  soul 
We  joyfully  resign.; 
Bless'd  Jesus,  take  us  for  thy  own, 
For  we  are  doubly  thine. 

6  Thy  .honour  shall  for  ever  be 
The  business  of  our  days; 
For  ever  shall  our  thankful  tongues 
Speak  thy  deserved  praise. 

HYMN  79.  Common  Metre. 

1  TJLUNG'D  in  a  gulph  of  dark  despair, 
jL     We  wretched  sinners  lay, 
Without  one  cheerful  beam  of  hope, 

Or  spark  of  glimm'ring  day. 

2  With  pitying  eyes,  the  Prince  of  Grace 

Beheld  our  helpless  grief; 
He  saw,  and  (O  amazing  love !) 
He  ran  to  our  relief. 

3  Down  from  the  shining  seats  above 

With  joyful  haste  he  fled, 
Enter'd  the  grave  in  mortal  flesh, 
And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

4  He  spoil'd  the  powers  of  darkness  thus> 

And  brake  our  iron  chains: 
Jesus  hath  freed  our  captive  souls- 
From  everlasting  pains, 


Bookir.         HYMN1  LXXX.  t63 

5  [In  vain  the  baffled  prince  of  hell 

His  cursed  projects  tries ; 
We  that  were  doom'd  his  endless  slaves, 
Are  rais'd  above  the  skies.] 

6  O  I  for  this  love,  let  rocks  and  bills 

Their  lasting  silence  break, 
And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
'I  he  Saviour's  praises  speak. 

7  [Yes,  we  will  praise  thee,  dearest  Lord  \ 

Our  souls  are  all  on  flame; 
Hosanna  round  the  spacious  earth 
To  thine  adored  name. 

8  Angels!  assist  our  mighty  joys, 

Strike  all  your  harps  or* gold; 
-     But  when  you  raise  your  highest  notes, 
His  love  can  ne'er  be  told.] 

HYMN  80.  Short  Metre. 

J  Oh  !  the  almishty Lord  I 

V^   How  matchless  is  his  power » 
Tremble,  O  earth,  beneath  his  word> 
While  all  the  heav'ns  adore. 
2  Let^  proud  imperious  kings 
Bow  low  before  his  throne  ' 
Crouch  to  his  feet,  ye  haughty  things, 
Or  he  shall  tread  you  down. 
J  Above  the  skies  he  reigns, 
And  with  amazing  blows, 
He  deals  unsufferable  pains  ' 
On  his  rebellious  foes. 
>  Yet,  everlasting  God ! 

We  love  to  speak  thy  praise; 
I  hy  sceptre's  equal  to  thy  rod, 
lhe  sceptre  of  thy  grace, 


164  HYMN  LXXXII.       Book  II. 

5  The  arms  of  mighty  love 

Defend  our  Sion  well, 
And  heav'nly  mercy  walls  us  round 
From  Babylon  and  hell. 

6  Salvation  to  the  King 

That  sits  enthron'd  above  ; 
Thus  we  adore  the  God  of  might, 
And  bless  the  God  of  love. 
HYMN  81.  Common  Metre. 
*.   1     A  ND  now  the  scales  have  left  mine  eyes, 
XjL  Now  I  begin  to  see : 
O,  the  curs'd  deeds  my  sins  have  done! 
What  murd'rous  things  they  be  ! 

2  Were  these  the  traitors,  dearest  Lord, 

That  thy  fair  body  tore  ? 
Monsters,  that  stained  those  heav'nly  limbs 
With  floods  of  purple  gore  ! 

3  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done 

My  dearest  Lord  was  slain, 
When  justice  seiz'd  God's  only  Son, 
And  put  his  soul  to  pain  ? 

4  Forgive  my  guilt,  O  Prince  of  Peace ; 

I'll  woundmy  God  no  more  : 
Hence  from  myheart,.ye  sins,  begone,, 
For  Jesus  I  adore. 
5.  Furnish  me,  Lord,  with  heav'nly  arms,. 
From  grace's  magazine,. 
And  I'll  proclaim  eternal  war 
With  every  darling  sin. 
HYMN  £2.  Common  Metre. 
It    \  RISE,  my  soul,  my  joyful  powers*. 
XjL  And  triumph  in  my  God  ; 
Awake,  my  voice,  and  loud  proclaim^ 
His  glorious  grace  abroad. 


Book  II.       HYMN  LXXXIII.  165 

2  He  rals'd  me  from  the  depths  of  sin, 

The  gates  of  gaping  hell, 
And  fix'd  my  standing  more  secure 
Than  'twas  before  he  fell. 

3  The  arms  of  everlasting  love 

Beneath  my  soul  he  plac'd, 
And  on  the  rock  of  ages  set 
My  slipp'ry  footsteps  fast. 

4  The  city  of  my  blest  abode 

Is  wall'd  around  with  grace : 
Salvation  for  a  bulwark  stands 
To  shield  the  sacred  place. 

5  Satan  may  vent  his  sharpest  spite, 

And  all  his  legions  roar ; 
Almighty  mercy  guards  my  life, 
And  bounds  his  raging  power. 

6  Arise,  my  soul,  awake,  my  voice, 

And  tunes  of  pleasure  sing, 
Loud  hallelujahs  shall  addr_ess 
My  Saviour  and  my  King. 

HYMN  83.  Common  Metre. 

1  T^HUS  saith  the  Ruler  of  the  skies, 

JL    "  Awake  my  dreadful  sword  ; 
"  Awake  my  wrath,  and  smite  the  man, 
"  My  fellow,"  saith  the  Lord. 

2  Veng'ance  receiv'd  the  dread  command, 

And  armed,  down  she  flies  ; 
Jesus  submits  t'  his  Father's  hand, 
And  bows  his  head,  and  dies. 

3  But  O,  the  wisdom  and  the  grace 

That  join  with  vengeance  now  ; 
He  dies  to  save  our  guilty  race, 
And  yet  he  rises  too. 


166  HYMN  LXXXIV.         Book  II 

4  A  person  so  divine  was  he, 

Who  yielded  to  be  slain, 
That  he  could  give  his  soul  away, 
And  take  his  life  again. 

5  Live  glorious  Lord  !  and  reign  on  high ; 

Let  every  nation  sing, 
And  angels  sound  with  endless  joy 
The  Saviour  and  the  King. 

HYMN  84.  Short  Metre. 

1  /^OME,  all  harmonious  tongues, 
V-/  Your  noblest  music  bring, 
'Tis  Christ  the  everlasting  God, 

And  Christ  the  man  we  sing. 

2  Tell  how  he  took  our  flesh, 

To  take  away  our  guilt ; 
Sing  the  dear  drops  of  sacred  blood 
That  hellish  monsters  spilt. 

3  [Alas !  the  cruel  spear 

Went  deep  into  his  side, 
And  the  rich  flood  of  purple  gore 
Their  murd'rous  weapons  dy'd.] 

4  [The  waves  of  swelling  grief 

Did  o'er  his  bosom  roll, 
And  mountains  of  almighty  wrath 
Lay  heavy  on  his  soul.] 

5  Down  to  the  shades  of  death 

He  bow'd  his  awful  head  ; 
Yet  he  arose  to  live  and  reign 
When  death  itself  is  dead. 

6  No  more  the  bloody  spear 

The  cross  and  nails  no  more  -s 
For  hell  itself  shakes  at  his  name, 
And  all  the  heavens  adore. 


UUUIv   II.  I11A1IN     LxVAAV.  ID/ 

7  There  the  Redeemer  sits, 

High  on  the  Father's  throne; 
The  Father  lays  his  veng'ance  by, 
And  smiles  upon  his  Son. 

8  There  his  full  glories  shine 

With  uncreated  rays, 
And  bless  his  saints'  and  angels'  eyes 
To  everlasting  days. 

HYMN  85.     Common  Metre. 

1  TT 7HY  does  your  face,  ye  humble  souls, 

V  V     Those  mournful  colours  wear? 
What  doubts  are  these  that  waste  your  faith, 
And  nourish  your  despair? 

2  What  though  your  num'rous  sins  exceed 

The  stars  that  fill  the  skies, 
And,  aiming  at  th'  eternal  throne, 
Like  pointed  mountains  rise  ? 

3  What  though  your  mighty  guilt  beyond 

The  wide  creation  swell, 
And  hath  its  curs'd  foundations  laid 
Low  as  the  deeps  of  hell? 

4  See  here  an  endless  ocean  flows 

Of  never-failing  grace ; 
Behold  a  dying  Saviour's  veins 
The  sacred  flood  increase. 

5  It  rises  high,  and  drowns  the  hills — 

Has  neither  shore  nor  bound : 
Now  if  we  search  to  find  our  sins, 

Our  sins  can  ne'er  be  found. 
€  Awake,  our  hearts,  adore  the  grace 

That  buries  all  our  faults, 
And  pard'ning  blood,  that  swells  above 

Our  follies  and  our  thoughts. 


1UU  AAA   A.IM.1,-%         M^iX.  VX*.XA.    W     JLM.,  WUU1V    X.A  • 

HYMN  86.     Common  Metre. 

1  /^\UR  sins,  alas  !  how  strong  they  be  1 
V^/  And  like  a  violent  sea, 

They  break  our  duty,  Lord,  to  thee, 
And  hurry  us  away. 

2  The  waves  of  trouble,  how  they  rise ! 

How  loud  the  tempests  roar ! 
But  death  shall  land  our  weary  souls 
Safe  on  the  heavmly  shore. 

3  There  to  fulfil  his  sweet  commands, 

Our  speedy  feet  shall  move ; 
No  sin  shall  clog  our  winged  zeal, 
Or  cool  our  burning  love. 

4  There  shall  we  sit,  and  sing,  and  tell 

The  wonders  of  his  grace, 
Till  heav'nly  raptures  fire  our  hearts, 
And  smile  in  ev'ry  face. 

5  For  ever  his  dear  sacred  name 

Shall  dwell  upon  our  tongue, 
And  Jesus  and  salvation  be 
The  close  of  every  song. 
HYMN  87.  Common  Metre. 

1  T  TOW  wond'rous  great,  how  glorious 
X~l  Must  our  Creator  be,  [bright 
"Who  dwells  amidst  the  dazzling  light 

Of  vast  infinity ! 

2  Our  soaring  spirits  upwards  rise 

T'ward  the  celestial  throne: 
Fain  would  we  see  the  blessed  Three, 
And  the  Almighty  One. 

3  Our  reason  stretches  all  its  wings, 

And  climbs  above  the  skies : 
But  still  how  far  beneath  thy  feet 
Our  grov'lling  reason  lies ! 


Book  II.     HYMN  LXXXIX.  i6<? 

4  [Lord,  here  we  bend  our  humble  souls, 

And  awfully  adore, 
For  the  weak  pinions  of  our  mind 
Can  stretch  a  thought  no  more.] 

5  Thy  glories  infinitely  rise 

Above  our  lab'ring  tongue  ; 
In  vain  the  highest  seraph  tries 
To  form  an  equal  song. 

6  [In  humble  notes  our  faith  adores 

The  great  mysterious  King, 
While  angels  strain  their  nobler  powers, 
And  sweep  th'  immortal  string. 
HYMN  88.   Common  Metre. 

1  CALVATION!  O,  the  joyful  sound; 
*-*  'lis  pleasure  to  our  ears  ; 

A  sov'reign  balm  for  every  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

2  Bury'd  in  sorrow  and  in  sin, 

At  heirs  dark  door  we  lay ; 
But  we  arise  by  grace  divine 
To  see  a  heav'nly  day. 

3  Salvation!  let  the  echo  fly 

The  spacious  earth  around, 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 
Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 
HYMN  89.  Common  Metre. 

1  TJOSANNAtoourconqu'ringKingf 
A  A  The  prince  of  darkness  flies, 
His  troops  rush  headlong  down  to  hell, 
Like  lightning  from  the  skies. 
3  There,  bound  in  chains,  the  lions  roar, 
And  fright  the  rescu'd  sheep  ; 
But  heavy  bars  confine  their  power 
And  malice  to  the  deep. 


170  HYMN  XC.  Book  II. 

3  Hosanna  to  ourconqu'ring  king! 

All  hail,  incarnate  love  ! 
Ten  thousand  songs  and  glories  wait 
To  crown  thy  head  above. 

4  Thy  vict'ries  and  thy  deathless  fame 

Through  the  wide  world  shall  run, 
And  everlasting  ages  sing 
The  triumphs  thou  hast  won. 

-HYMN  90.  Common  Metre. 

1  T  TOW  sad  our  state  by  nature  is! 
XjL  Our  sin  how  deep  it  stains  ! 
And  Satan  binds  our  captive  minds 

Fast  in  his  slavish  chains. 

2  But  there's  a  voice  of  sov'reign  grace 

Sounds  from  the  sacred  world  ; 
(e  Ho!  ye  despairing  sinners,  come, 
■"  And  trust  upon  the  Lord." 

3  My  soul  obeys  the  almighty  call, 

And  runs  to  this  relief; 
I  would  believe  thy  promise,  Lord; 
O  help  my  unbelief. 

4  [To  the  dear  fountain  of  thy  blood, 

Incarnate  God!  I  fly; 
Here  let  me  wash  my  spotted  soul 
From  crimes  of  deepest  dye. 

5  Stretch  out  thine  arm,  victorious  King, 

My  reigning  sins  subdue  ; 
-Drive  the  old  dragon  from  his  seat,  I 
With  all  his  hellish  crew.] 

6  A  guilty,  weak,  and  helpless  worm, 

On  thy  kind  arms  I  fall : 
Be  thou  my  strength  and  righteousness, 
My  Jesus,  and  my  all. 


ftdofcH.  HYMN  XCI  i: 

HYMN  [)l.  Common  Weft*. 

1    (^^  tljC  ^H^ts,  l]lc  iicavVily  joys, 
V-/  The  glories  of  the  place, 
Where  Jesus  sheds  the  brightest  beams 
Of  his  overflowing  grace. 

2  Sweet  majesty  and  awful  love 

Sit  smiling  on  his  brow, 
And  all  the  glorious  ranks  above 
At  humble  distance  bow. 

3  [Princes  to  his  imperial  name 

Bend  their  bright  sceptres  down : 
Dominions,  thrones,  and  powers  rejoice 
To  see  him  wear  the  crown. 

4  Archangels  sound  his  lofty  praise 

Through  every  heav'nly  street, 
And  lay  their  highest  honours  down 
Submissive  at  his  feet. 

5  Those  soft,  those  blessed  feet  of  his, 

That  once  rude  iron  tore, 
High  on  a  throne  of  light  they  stand, 
And  all  the  saints  adore. 

6  His  head,  the  dear  majestic  head 

That  cruel  thorns  did  wound, 
See  what  immortal  glories  shine, 
And  circle  it  around !] 

7  This  is  the  man,  th'  exalted  man 

Whom  we  unseen  adore: 
But  when  our  eyes  behold  his  face, 
Our  hearts  shall  love  him  more/ 

8  [Lord,  how  our  souls  are  all  on  fire 

To  see  thy  bless'd  abode; 
Oar  tongues  rejoice  in  tunes  of  praise 
lo  our  incarnate  God ! 


172  HYMN  XCII.  Book  II. 

9  And  while  our  faith  enjoys  this  sight, 

We  Jong  to  leave  our  clay ; 
And  wish  thy  jfi'ry  chariots,  Lord, 

To  fetch  our  souls  away.] 

HYMN  92.  Common  Metre. 

1  QHOUT  to  the  Lord,  and  let  our  joys 
O  Through  the  whole  nation  run  ; 

•    Ye  christian  skies,  resound  the  noise 
Beyond  the  rising  sun. 

2  Thee,  mighty  God  !  our  souls  admire; 

Thee  our  glad  voices  sing ; 
And  join  with  the  celestial  choir 
To  praise  th*  eternal  King. 

3  Thy  power  the  whole  creation  rules, 

And  on  the  starry  skies 
Sits  smiling  at  the  weak  designs 
Thine  envious  foes  devise. 

4  Thy  scorn  derides  their  feeble  rage, 

And  with  an  awful  frown 
Flings  vast  confusion  on  their  plots, 
And  shakes  their  babel  down. 

5  [Their  secret  fires  in  caverns  lay, 

And  we  the  sacrifice  : 
But  gloomy  caverns  strove  in  vain 
To  'scape  all-searching  eyes. 

6  Their  dark  designs  were  all  reveal'd, 

Their  treasons  all  betray 'd  : 
Praise  to  the  Lord  that  broke  the  snare 
Their  cursed  hands  had  laid.] 

7  In  vain  the  busy  sons  of  hell 

Still  new  rebellions  try, 
Their  souls  shall  pine  with  envious  rage, 
And  vex  away  and  die. 


Book  II.  HYMN  XCIV.  tn 

8  Almighty  grace  defends  our  land 

From  their  malicious  power  : 
Let  christians  with  united  songs 
Almighty  grace  adore. 

HYMN  95.  Short  Metre. 
":   l    IV/TY  God,  my  life,  mv  love, 
JLVl  To  thee,  to  thee  I  call ; 

I  cannot  live  if  thou  remove, 
For  thou  art  all  in  all. 

2  [Thy  shining  grace  can  cheer 

This  dungeon  where  I  dwell ; 
Tis  Paradise  when  thou  art  here ; 
If  thou  depart  'tis  hell.] 

3  [The  smilings  of  thy  face, 

How  amiable  they  are! 
Tis  heav'n  to  rest  in  thine  embrace, 
And  no  where  else  but  there.] 

4  [To  thee,  and  thee  alone, 

^  The  angels  owe  their  bliss  ; 
They  sit  around  thy  gracious  throne, 
And  dwell  where  Jesus  is.] 

5  [Not  all  the  harps  above 

Can  make  a  heav'nly  place, 
If  Cod  his  residence  remove, 
Or  but  conceal  his  face.] 

6  Nor  earth,  nor  all  the  sky, 

Can  one  delight  afford  ; 
No,  not  a  drop  of  real  joy, 
Without  thy  presence,  Lord. 

7  Thou  art  the  sea  of  love, 

Where  all  my  pleasures  roll : 
The  circle  where  my  passions  move, 
And  centre  of  my  soul. 
2  <^a 


174  HYMN  XCIV.  Book  II. 

8  [To  thee  my  spirits  fly 
Y/ith  infinite  desire: 
And  yet  how  far  from  thee  I  lie! 
Dear  Jesus,  raise  me  higher.] 

HYMN  94.  Common  Metre. 

1  1\/TY  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love, 
IV  JL  My  everlasting  all, 

I've  none  but  thee  in  heav'n  above, 
Or  on  this  earthly  ball. 

2  [What  empty  things  are  all  the  skies, 

Andthis  inferior  clod ! 
There's  nothing  here  deserves  my  joys, 
There's  nothing  like  my  God.] ' 

3  [In  vain  the  bright,  the  burning  sun, 

Scatters  his  feeble  light: 
'Tis  thy  sweet  beams  create  my  noon; 
,   If  thou  withdraw,  'tis  night. 

4  And  whilst  upon  my  restless  bed, 

Amongst  the  shades  I  roll, 
If  my  Redeemer  shows  his  head, 
'Tis  morning  with  my  soul.] 

5  To  thee  we  owe  our  wealth  and  friends. 

And  health,  and  safe  abode: 
Thanks  to  thy  name  for  meaner  things, 
But  they  are  not  my  God. 

6  How  vain  a  toy  is  glitt'ring  wealth, 

If  once  compar'd  to  thee  ! 
Or  what's  my  safety  or  my  health. 
Or  ajl  my  friends  to  me? 

7  Were  I  possessor  of  the  earth, 

And  ealFd  the  stars  my  own; 
Without  thy  graces,  and  thyself. 
I  were  a  wretch  undone, 


Book  II.  HYMN  XCVI.  17 

8  Let  others  stretch  their  arms  like  seas, 
And  grasp  in  all  the  shore : 
Grant  me  the  visits  of  thy  face, 
And  I  desire  no  more. 

HYMN  95.  Common  Metre. 


i 


NFIN1TE  grief!  au.azing  woe! 


Behold  my  bleeding  Lord ! 
Hell  and  the  Jews  conspir'd  his  death, 

And.us'd  the  Roman  sword. 
O,  the  sharp  pangs  of  smarting  pain, 

My  dear  Redeemer  bore  ! 
When  knotty  whips  and  rugged  thorns 

His  sacred  body  tore ! 
But  knotty  whips  and  rugged  thorns 

In  vain  do  I  accuse : 
In  yain  I  blame  the  Roman  bands, 

And  the  more  spiteful  Jews: 
'Twas  you,  my  sins,  my  cruel  sins, 

His  chief  tormentors  wTere; 
Each  of  my  crimes  became  a  nail, 

And  unbelief  the  spear. 
Twas  you  that  pull'd  the  veng'ance  down 

Upon  his  guiltless  head  ; 
Break,  break,  my  heart!  O  burst  mine  eyes, 

And  let  my  sorrows  bleed. 
Strike,  mighty  grace,  my  flinty  soul, 

Till  melting  waters  flow, 
And  deep  repentance  drown  mine  eyes 

In  unassembled  woe. 

HYMN  96.  Common  Metre. 

DOWN  headlong  from  their  native  skies;, 
The  rebel  angel- fell, 
And  thunderbolts  of  harming  wrath 
Pursu'd  them  deep  to  hell. 


176  HYMN  XCVIIL         Book  II. 

2  Down  from  the  top  of  earthly  bliss 

Rebellious  man  was  hurl'd; 
And  Jesus  stoop'd  beneath  the  grave 
To  reach  a  sinking  world. 

3  O  love  of  infinite  degree  ! 

Un measurable  grace! 
Must  heav'n's  eternal  darling  die 
To  save  a  trait'rous  race? 

4  Must  angels  sink  for  ever  down, 

And  burn  in  quenchless  fire, 
While  God  forsakes  his  shining  throne 
To  raise  us  wretches  higher  ? 

5  O  for  this  love  let  earth  and  skies 

With  hallelujahs  ring, 
And  the  full  choir  of  human  tongues 
All  hallelujahs  sing. 

HYMN  97.  Long  Metre. 
1   T^ROM  neav'n  tne  sinning  angels  k\\, 
JL     And  wrath  and  darkness  chain'd  them 

down ; 
But  man,  vile  man,  forsook  his  bliss, 
And  mercy  lifts  him  to  a  crown. 

2  Amazing  work  of  sov'reign  grace, 
That  could  distinguish  rebels  so  ! 
Our  guilty  treasons  call'd  aloud 
For  everlasting  fetters  too. 

3  To  thee,  to  thee,  almighty  Love, 
Our  souls,  ourselves,  our  all  we  pay: 
Millions  of  tongues  shall  sound  thy  praise 
On  the  bright  hills  of  heav'nly  day. 

HYMN  98.  Common  Metre. 
I    li/i       heart,  how  dreadful  hard  it  is  ! 
i^V-^i    How  heavy  here  it  lies  ! 
Heavy  una  -old  within  my  breast, 
Just  like  u  rock  of  ice  ! 


Book  II.         HYMN  XCIX.  177 

2  Sin,  like  a  raging  tyrant  sits 

Upon  this  flinty  throne, 
And  every  grace  lies  bury'd  deep 
Beneath  this  heart  of  stone. 

3  How  seldom  do  I  rise  to  God, 

Or  taste  the  joys  above  ! 
This  mountain  presses  down  my  faith 
And  chills  my  flaming  love. 

4  When  smiling  mercy  courts  my  soul, 

With  all  its  heav'nly  charms, 
This  stubborn,  this  relentless  thing, 
Would  thrust  it  from  my  arms. 

5  Against  the  thunders  of  thy  word 

Rebellious  I  have  stood  ; 
My  heart,  it  shakes  not  at  the  wrath 
And  terrors  of  a  God. 

6  Dear  Saviour,  steep  this  rock  of  mine 

In  thine  own  crimson  sea  ! 
None  but  a  bath  of  blood  divine 
Can  melt  the  flint  away. 

HYMN  99.  Common  Metre. 

1  "       ET  the  whole  race  of  creatures  lie 
A-rf  Abas'd  before  their  God ; 
Whate'er  his  sovereign  voice  hath  form/d 

He  governs  with  a  nod. 

2  [Ten  thousand  ages  o'er  the  skies 

Were  into  motion  brought, 
All  the  long  years  and  worlds  to  come 
Stood  present  to  his  thought. 
2  There's  not  a  sparrow  or  a  worm 
But's  found  in  his  decrees  : 
He  raises  monarchs  to  their  throne* 
And  sinks  them  as  he  please.] 


378  HYMN  C.  Book  II. 

4  If  light  attends  the  course  I  run, 

'Tis  he  provides  those  rays  ; 
And  'tis  his  hand  that  hides  my  sun, 
If  darkness  cloud  my  days. 

5  Yet  I  would  not  be  much  concern'd, 

Nor  vainly  long  to  see 
The  volumes  of  his  deep  decrees, 
What  months  are  writ  for  me. 

6  When  he  reveals  the  book  of  life, 

O  may  I  read  my  name 
Amongst  the  chosen  of  his  love, 
The  folio w'rs  of  the  Lamb. 

HYMN  100.  Long  Metre. 

1  T  TOW  full  of  anguish  is  the  thought, 
11  How  it  distracts  and  tears  my  heart, 
If  God,  at  last,  my  sov'reign  Judge, 

Should  frown,  and  bid  my  soul "  Depart/' 

2  Lord,  when  I  quit  this  earthly  stage, 

Where  shall  I  fly,  but  to  thy  breast  ?' 
For  I  have  sought  no  other  home  ; 
For  I  have  learn'd  no  other  rest. 

3  I  .cannot  live  contented  here 

Without  some  glimpses  of  thy  face ; 
And  heav'n,  without  thy  presence  there. 
Will  be  a  dark  and  tiresome  place. 

4  When  earthly  cares  engross  the  day, 

And  hold  my  thoughts  aside  from  thee, 
The  shining  hours  of  cheerful  light 
Are  long  and  tedious  years  to  me. 

5  And  if  no  ev'ning  visit's  paid 

Between  my  Saviour  and  my  soul, 
How  dull  the  night !  how  sad  the  shade  ! 
How  mournfully  the  minutes  roll ! 


Book  II.  HYMN  CI.  1  79 

6  This  flesh  of  mine  might  learn  as  soon 

To  live,  yet  part  with  all  my  blood ; 
To  breathe,  when  vital  air  is  gone, 
Or  thrive  and  grow  without  my  food. 

7  [Christ  is  my  light,  my  life,  my  care, 

My  blessed  hope,  my  heav'nly  prize ; 
Dearer  than  all  my  passions  are, 

My  limbs,  my  Dowels,  or  mine  eyes. 

8  The  strings  that  twine  about  my  heart, 

Tortures  and  racks  may  tear  them  off; 
But  they  can  never,  never  part 

With  their  dear  hold  of  Christ  my  love.] 

9  [My  God!  and  can  an  humble  child, 

That  loves  thee  with  a  name  so  high, 
Be  ever  from  thy  face  exil'd 
Without  the  pity  of  thine  eye  ? 

10  Impossible  ! — For  thine  own  hands 

Have  tied  my  heart  so  fast  to  thee, 
And  in  thy  book  the  promise  stands, 
That  where  thou  art,  thy  friends  must  be.] 

HYMN  101.  Common  Metre. 

1  T7f7HEN  in  the  light  of  faith  divine 

V  V     We  look  on  things  below, 

Honour,  and  gold,  and  sensual  joy, 

How  vain  and  dang'rous  too  ! 

2  [Honour's  a  puff  of  noisy  breath  ; 

Yet  men  expose  their  blood, 
And  venture  everlasting  death 
To  gain  that  airy  good. 

3  While  others  starve  the  nobler  mind, 

And  feed  on  shining  dust, 
They  rob  the  serpent  of  his  food, 
T  indulge  a  sordid  lust.] 


180  HYMN  C1I.  Book  II. 

4  The  pleasures  that  allure  our  sense, 

Are  dang'rous  snares  to  souls ! 
There's  but  a  drop  of  flattering  sweet, 
And  dash'd  with  bitter  bowls. 

5  God  is  my  all-sufficient  good, 

My  portion  and  my  choice  -, 

In  him  my  vast  desires  are  fill'd, 

And  all  my  powers  rejoice. 

6  In  vain  the  world  accosts  my  ear, 

And.  tempts  my  heart  anew  : 
I  cannot  buy  your  bliss  so  dear, 
Nor  part  with  heav'n  for  you. 

HYMN  102.  Long  Metre. 

1  TVfO>  I'll  repine  at  death  no  more, 
-LAI    But  with  a  cheerful  gasp  resign, 
To  the  cold  dungeon  of  the  grave, 

These  dying,  with 'ring  limbs  of  mine. 

2  Let  worms  devour  my  wasting  flesh, 

And  crumble  all  my  bones  to  dust ; 
My  God  shall  raise  my  frame  anew 
At  the  revival  of  the  just. 

3  Break,  sacred  morning,  through  the  skies, 

Bring  that  delightful,  dreadful  day ; 
Cut  short  the  hours,  dear  Lord,  and  come ; 
Thy  ling'ring  wheels  how  long  they  stay ! 

4  [Our  weary  spirits  faint  to  see 

The  light  of  thy  returning  face, 
And  hear  the  language  of  those  lips, 
Where  God  hath  shed  his  richest  grace.] 

5  [Haste  then  upon  the  wings  of  love, 

Rouse  all  the  pious  sleeping  clay, 
That  we  may  join  in  heav'nly  joys, 
And  sing  the  triumph  of  the  day.] 


HYMN  103.  Common  Metre. 

1  C°w-^hapPySO,uls>aPProach  your  God 
*y    VVith  new  melodious  son™. 

Come    tender  to  almighty  grace 
1  he  tributes  of  your  tongues. 

2  So  strange,  so  boundless  was  the  love 

1  hat  pity'd  dying  men, 
1  he  father  sent  his  e<;ual  Son 
i  o  give  them  Jife  again. 

3  Thy  hands,  dear  Jesus,  were  not  arm'd 

W  ith  a  revenging  rod, 
JNo  hard  commission  to  perform 
Ins  veng'ance  of  a  God. 

4  But  all  was  mercy,  all  was  mild, 

WhV^rt  forsook  tlje  thro™> 

AA,nSt  °"  the  kind  erra"d  came, 
,        And  brought  .Jvation  down. 

'       Sd  wm  "'  }'°U  Ulay  hea]  your  w°unds, 
j\na  v,  ipe  •  our  sorrows  dry  • 

Trust  ,n  the  mighty  Saviour's  name, 
And  you  shall  never  die. 

>  See    dearest  Lord,  our  willing  souls 
Accept  thine  offcr'd  grace;" 
We  bless  the  great  Redeemer's  love 
And  give  the  Father  praise. 

RHYMN  104.  Short  Metre. 
AISE  your  triumphant  songs 
loan  immortal  tune 
Let  the  wide  earth  resound  the  deeds 

Celestial  grace  hath  done. 
Sing  how  eternal  love 

Its  chief  Gloved  chose, 
And  bid  him  ;,  ise  our  wretched  race 
J  rom  their  abyss  of  woes. 


3  His  hand  to  thunder  bears, 

Nor  terror  clothes  his  brow,    _ 
No  bolts  to  drive  our  guilty  souls 
To  fiercer  flames  below. 

4  'Twas  mercy  fill'd  the  throne, 

And  wrath  stood  silent  by, 
When  Christ  was  sent  with  pardons  down 
To  rebels  doom'd  to  die. 

5  Now,  sinners,  dry  your  tears, 

Let  hopeless  sorrow  cease; 
Bow  to  the  sceptre  of  his  love, 
And  take  the  offer'd  peace. 

6  Lord,  we  obey  thy  call; 

We  lay  an  humble  claim 
To  the  salvation  thou  hast  brought, 
And  love  and  praise  thy  name. 

HYMN  105.  Common  Metre. 

1  A  ND  are  we  wretches  yet  alive? 
XX  And  do  we  yet  rebel? 

Tis  boundless,  'tis  amazing  love, 
That  bears  us  up  from  hell ! 

2  The  burden  of  our  weighty  guilt 

Would  sink  us  down  to  flames, 
And  threading  veng'ance  rolls  above; 
To  crush  our  feeble  frames. 

3  Almighty  goodness  cries,  "  Forbear  j" 

And  straight  the  thunder  stays: 
And  dare  we  now  provoke  his  wrath, 
And  weary  out  his  grace? 

4  Lord,  we  have  long  abus'd  thy  love, 

Too  long  indulg'dour  sin: 
Our  aching  hearts  e'en  bleed  to  see 
What  rebels  we  have  been. 


BooklL  HYMN  CVir.  183 

5  No  more,  yc  lusts,  shall  yc  command; 
No  more  will  we  obey: 
Stretch  out,  O  God,  thy  conqu'iing  hand, 
And  drive  thy  foes  away. 
HYMN  106.  Common  Metre. 

*  ]   /^yi>  #  rny  soul  was  form'd  for  woe, 

Vy  How  would  I  vent  my  sighs ! 

Repentance  should  like  rivers  flow 

From  both  my  streaming  eyes. 

2  Twas  for  my  sins,  my  dearest  Lord 

Hung  on  the  cursed  tree, 
And  groan'd  away  a  dying  life, 
For  thee,  my  soul,  for  thee. 

3  O,  how  I  hate  those  lusts  of  mine 

^  That  crucify'd  my  God; 
Those  sins  that  pierc'd  and  nail'd  his  flesh 
Fast  to  the  fatal  wood ! 

4  Yes,  my  Redeemer,  they  shall  die, 

My  heart  hath  so  decreed  ; 
Nor  will  I  spare  the  guilty  things 
That  made  my  Saviour  bleed. 

5  Whilst  with  a  melting  broken  heart 

^  My  murder'd  Lord  I  view, 
I'll  raise  revenge  against  my  sins, 
And  slay  the  murd'rers  too. 
HYMN  107.  Common  Metre. 
"  l  HPHAT  awful  day  will  surely  come, 
X    Th'  appointed  hour  makes  haste, 
When  I  must  stand  before  my  Judge, 
And  pass  the  solemn  test. 
2  Thou  lovely  chief  of  all  my  joys, 
Thou  sov'reign  of  my  heart, 
How  could  I  bear  to  hear  thy  voice 
Pronounce  the  sound,  "  Depart." 


3  84  HYMN  CVIII.  Book  II. 

3  [The  thunder  of  that  dismal  word 

Would  so  torment  my  ear, 
Twould  tear  my  soul  asunder,  Lord, 
With  most  tormenting  fear.] 

4  [What,  to  be  banish'd  for  my  life, 

And  yet  forbid  to  die  ! 
To  linger  in  eternal  pain, 
Yet  death  forever  fly  !] 

5  O  !  wretched  state  of  deep  despair, 

To  see  my  God  remove, 
And  fix  my  doleful  station  where 
I  must  not  taste  his  love. 

6  Jesus  !  I  throw  my  arms  around, 

And  hang  upon  thy  breast ; 
Without  a  gracious  smile  from  thee 
My  spirit  cannot  rest. 

7  O  !  tell  me  that  my  worthless  name 

Is  graven  on  thy  hands  ; 
Shew  me  some  promise  in  thy  book, 


Where  my  salvation  stand 


8  [Give  me  one  kind  assuring  word, 
To  sink  my  fears  again ; 
And  cheerfully  my  soul  shall  wait 
Her  threescore  years  and  ten.] 

HYMN  108.  Common  Metre. 

1  /^OME,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes 
V^  Up  to  the  courts  above, 

And  smile  to  see  our  Father  there 
Upon  a  throne  of  love. 

2  Once  'twas  a  seat  of  dreadful  wrath, 

And  shot  devouring  flame  : 
Our  God  appear'd  consuming  Are, 
And  Veng'ance  was  his  name. 


Book  II.  HYMN  CIX.  IS 

3  Rich  were  the  drops  of  Jesus'  blood, 

That  calm'd  his  frowning  face, 
That  sprinkled  o'er  the  burning  throne, 
And  turn'd  the  wrath  to  grace. 

4  Now  we  may  bow  before  his  ket, 

And  venture  near  the  Lord  ; 
No  fl'ry  cherub  guards  his  scat, 
Nor  double-iiaming  sword. 

5  The  peaceful  gates  of  heav'nly  bliss 

Are  open'd  by  the  Son  ; 
High  let  us  raise  our  notes  of  praise, 
And  reach  th' almighty  throne. 

6  To  thee  ten  thousand  thanks  we  bring, 

Great  Advocate  on  high  ; 
And  glory  to  th'  eternal  King 
That  lays  his  fury  by. 

HYMN  109.    Long  Metre. 
1  ORD,  we  adore  thy  vast  designs, 

-Lrf  Th' obscure  abyss  of  Providence, 
Too  deep  to  sound  with  mortal  lines, 
Too  dark  to  view  with  feeble  sense. 

2  Now  thou  arrayst  thine  awful  face 

In  angry  frowns,  without  a  smile; 
We,  through  the  cloud,  believe  thy  grace, 
Secure  of  thy  compassion  still... 

3  Through  seas  and  storms  of  deep  distress 

We  sail  by  faith,  and  not  by  sights 
Faith  guides  us  in  the  wilderness, 

Through  all  the  briars,  and  the  night,  , 

4  Dear  Father,  if  thy  lifted  rod 

Resolve  to  scourge  us  here  below,  . 
Still  we  must  lean  upon  our  God, 

Thine  arm  shall  bear  us  safely  through/.. 
2r2  . 


136  HYMN  CXI.  Book  II. 

HYMN  110.  Short  Metre. 

1  A   ND  must  this  body  die  ? 
Sjl  This  mortal  frame  decay  ? 
And  must  these  active  limbs  of  mine 

Lie  mould'ring  in  the  clay ! 

2  Corruption,  earth,  and  worms, 

Shall  but  refine  this  flesh, 
Till  my  triumphant  spirit  comes 
To  put  it  on  afresh. 

3  God  my  Redeemer  lives, 

And  often  from  the  skies 
Looks  down  and  watches  all  my  dust, 
Till  he  shall  bid  it  rise. 

4  Array'd  in  glorious  grace 

Shall  these  vile  bodies  shine, 
And  every  shape,  and  every  face 
Look  heav'nly  and  divine. 

5  These  lively  hopes  we  owe 

To  Jesus'  dying  love : 
We  would  adore  his  grace  below, 
And  sing  his  power  above. 

6  Dear  Lord,  accept  the  praise 

Of  these  our  humble  songs, 
Till  tunes  of  nobler  sounds  we  raise 
With  our  immortal  tongues. 
HYMN  111.  Common  Metre. 

1  ^ION  rejoice,  and  Judah  sing, 
JLd  The  Lord  assumes  his  throne ; 
Let  Christians  own  the  heav'nly  King, 

And  make  his  glories  known. 

2  The  great,  the  wicked,  and  the  proud, 

From  their  high  seats  are  hurl'd \ 
Jehovah  rides  upon  a  cloud, 

Ana  thunders  through  the  world. 


Book  II.  HYMN'  CXII.  187 

3  He  reigns  upon  th'  eternal  hills, 

Distributes  mortal  crowns; 
Empires  are  nVd  beneath  his  smiles, 
And  totter  at  his  frowns. 

4  Navies*  that  rule  the  ocean  wide, 

Are  vanquish 'd  bv  bis  breath  ; 
And  legions  arm'd  with  power  and  pride 
Descend  to  wafry  death. 

5  Let  tyrants  make  no  more  pretence 

To  vex  our  happy  land; 
Jehovah's  name  is  our  defence, 
Our  buckler  is  his  hand. 

6  [Long  may  the  king  our  sov'reign  live 

lo  rule  us  by  his  word; 
And  all  the  honours  he  can  give 
Beoffer'dtotheLord.] 

HYMN  112.  Long  Metre. 

1  OREATGod!  towhatagloriousheight 
V-*  Hast  thou  advanc'd  the  Lord  thy  Son' 
Angels,  in  all  their  robes  of  light, 

Are  made  the  servants  of  his  throne. 

2  Before  his  feet  thine  armies  wait, 

And  swift  as  flames  of  fire  thev  move 
I  o  manage  his  affairs  of  state, 
In  works  of  veng'ance,  and  of  love. 

3  His  orders  run  through  all  the  hosts, 

Legions  descend  at  his  command: 
To  shield  and  guard  the  Christian  coasts, 
When  foreign  rage  invades  our  land. 

4  Now  they  are  sent  to  guide  our  feet 

Up  to  the  gates  of  thine  abode, 
Through  all  the  dangers  that  we  meet 
In  travelling  the  heav'nly  road. 


188  HYMN  CXIII.  Book  II. 

5  Lord,  when  I  leave  this  mortal  ground, 
And  thou  shalt  bid  me  rise  and  come, 
Send  a  beloved  angel  down 

Safe  to  conduct  my  spirit  home. 

HYMN  113.  Common  Metre. 
J  ^T^HE  majesty  of  Solomon, 
JL    How  glorious  to  behold  ! 
The  servants  waiting  round  his  throne, 
The  iv'ry  and  the  gold. 

2  But,  mighty  God !  thy  palace  shines 

With  far  superior  beams ; 
Thine  angel-guards  are  swift  as  winds, 
Thy  ministers  are  flames. 

3  [Soon  as  thine  only  Son  had  made 

His  entrance  on  the  earth, 
A  shining  army  downward  fled 
To  celebrate  his  birth. 

4  And  when,  oppress'd  with  pains  and  fears, 

On  the  cold  ground  he  lies, 
Behold  a  heav'nly  form  appears, 
T'  allay  his  agonies.] 

5  Now  to  the  hands  of  Christ  our  King, 

Are  all  their  legions  giv'n; 
They  wait  upon  his  saints,  and  bring 
His  chosen  heirs  to  heav'n. 

6  Pleasure  and  praise  run  through  their  host, 

To  see  a  sinner  turn ; 
Then  Satan  has  a  captive  lost, 
And  Christ  a  subject  born. 

7  But  there's  an  hour  of  brighter  joy, 

When  he  his  angels  sends 
Obstinate  rebels  to  destroy, 
And  gather  in  his  friends, 


Book  II.  HYMN  CXV.  J89 

8  O  !  could  I  say  without  a  doubt, 
There  shall  my  soul  be  found; 
Then  let  the  great  archangel  shout, 
And  the  last  trumpet  sound. 
HYMN  J 14.  Common  Metre. 

1  "r  SING  my  Saviour's  wond'rous  death; 
JL     He  conquer'd  when  he  fell ; 

"  Tis  finish'd,"  said  his  dying  breath, 
And  shook  the  gates  of  hell. 

2  "  'Tis  finish'd,"  our  Immanuel  cries, 

The  dreadful  work  is  done  ; 
Hence  shall  his  sov'reign  throne  arise, 
His  kingdom  is  be<run. 

3  His  cross  a  sure  foundation  laid 

For  glory  and  renown, 
AVhen  through  the  regions  of  the  dead 
He  pass'd  to  reach  the  crown. 

4  Exalted  at  his  Father's  side 

Sits  our  victorious  Lord  ; 
To  heaven  and  hell  his  hands  divide 
The  veng'ance  or  reward. 

5  The  saints  from  his  propitious  eye 

Await  their  sev'ral  crowns, 
And  all  the  sons  of  darkness  fly 
The  terror  of  his  frowns. 
H YM  N  1 15.     Common  Metre. 

1  TTIGH  as  the  heav'ns  above  the  ground 
XX   Reigns  the  Creator,  God; 

AVide  as  the  whole  creation's  bound 
Extends  his  awful  rod. 

2  Let  princes  of  exalted  state 

To  h.m  ascribe  their  crown, 
Render  their  homage  at  his  fe«!t, 
And  cast  their  glories  down. 


190  HYMN  CXVIT.         Book  II. 

3  Know  that  his  kingdom  is  supreme, 

Your  lofty  thoughts  are  vain ; 
He  calls  you  gods,  that  awful  name  ! 
But  ye  must  die  like  men. 

4  Then  let  the  sovereigns  of  the  globe 

Not  dare  to  vex  the  just ; 
He  puts  on  veng'ance  like  a  robe 
And  treads  the  worms  to  dust. 

5  Ye  judges  of  the  earth  be  wise, 

And  think  of  heav'n  with  fear  ; 
The  meanest  saint  that  you  despise 
Has  an  avenger  there. 
HYMN  116.     Common  Metre. 

1  T  TOW  can  I  sink  with  such  a  prop 
Xl  As  my  eternal  God, 

Who  bears  the  earth's  huge  pillars  up, 
And  spreads  the  heav'ns  abroad  I 

2  How  can  I  die  while  Jesus  lives, 

Who  rose  and  left  the  dead? 
Pardon  and  grace  my  soul  receives 
From  mine  exalted  head. 

3  All  that  I  am,  and  all  I  have, 

Shall  be  for  ever  thine : 
Whate'er  my  duty  bids  me  give, 
My  cheerful  hands  resign. 

4  Yet  if  I  might  make  some  reserve, 

And  duty  did  not  call, 
I  love  my  God  with  zeal  so  great 
That  I  should  give  him  all. 
HYMN  1 17.     Long  Metre. 
1  T  CANNOT  bear  thine  absence,  Lord ; 
A  My  life  expires  if  thou  depart : 
Be  thou,  my  heart,  still  near  my  God, 
And  thou,  my  God,  be  near  my  heart. 


B 


I  was  not  born  for  earth  or  sin, 

Nor  can  I  live  on  things  so  vile: 
Yet  I  will  stay  my  Father's  time, 

And  hope  and  wait  for  heav'n  awhile. 
Then,  dearest  Lord,  in  thine  embrace 

Let  me  resign  my  fleeting  breath  : 
And,  with  a  smile  upon  my  face, 
Pass  the  important  hour  of  death. 
HYMN  118.  Long  Metre. 
LOOD  has  a  voice  to  pierce  the  skies, 
Revenge,  the  blood  of  Abel  cries: 
Bat  the  dear  stream,  when  Christ  was  slain, 
Speaks  peace  as  loud  from  every  vein. 

2  Pardon  and  peace  from  God  on  high: 
Behold  he  lays  his  veng'ance  by ; 
And  rebels  that  deserve  his  sword, 
Become  the  fav'rites  of  the  Lord. 

3  To  Jesus  let  our  praises  rise, 
Who  gave  his  life  a  sacrifice: 
Now  he  appears  before  his  God, 
And  for  our  pardon  pleads  his  blood. 

HYMN  119.  Common  Metre. 

1  T    ADEN  with  guilt,  and  full  of  fears, 
J— '  I  fly  to  thee  my  Lord ; 

And  not  a  glimpse  of  hope  appears 
But  in  thy  written  word. 

2  The  volume  of  my  Father's  grace 

Does  all  my  grief  assuage: 
Here  I  behold  my  Saviour's  face 
Almost  hi  every  page. 

3  This  is  the  field  where  hidden  lies 

The  pearl  of  price  unknown  ; 
That  merchant  is  divinely  wise 
Who  makes  the  pearl  his  own. 


4  Here  consecrated  water  flows 

To  quench  my  thirst  of  sin  ; 
Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows, 
Nor  danger  dwells  therein. 

5  This  is  the  judge  that  ends  the  strife, 

Where  wit  and  reason  rail; 
My  guide  to  everlasting  life 
Through  all  this  gloomy  vale. 

6  O !  may  thy  counsels,  mighty  God ! 

My  roving  feet  command ; 
Nor  I  forsake  the  happy  road 
That  leads  to  thy  right  hand. 

HYMN  120.  Short  Metre. 

1  rT^HE  Lord  declares  his  will, 

A    And  keeps  the  world  in  awe ; 
Amidst  the  smoke  on  Sinai's  hill 
Breaks  out  his  rTry  law. 

2  The  Lord  reveals  his  face, 

And  smiling  from  above, 
Sends  down  the  gospel  of  his  grace, 
Th'  epistles  of  his  love. 

3  These  sacred  words  impart 

Our  Maker's  just  commands; 
The  pity  of  his  melting  heart, 
And  veng'ance  of  his  hands. 

4  [Hence  we  awake  our  fear, 

We  draw  our  comfort  hence: 
The  arms  of  grace  are  treasur'd  here, 
And  armour  of  defence. 

5  We  learn  Christ  crucify 'd, 

An..       re  behold  his  blood; 
All  arts  and  knowledges  beside 
Will  do  us  little  good.} 


Book  II.        HYMN  CXXir.  103 

6  We  read  the  heav'nly  word, 

We  take  the  offer'd  grace, 
Obey  the  statutes  of  the  Lord, 
And  trust  his  promises. 

7  In  vain  shall  Satan  rage 

Against  a  book  divine, 
Where  wrath  and  lightning  guard  the  page, 
Where  beams  of  mercy  shine. 
HYMN  121.  Long  Metre. 
-  1  n^HE  law  commands  and  makesusknow 
-A.    What  duties  to  our  God  we  owe  ■> 
But  'tis  the  gospel  must  reveal 
Where  lies  our  strength  to  do  his  will. 

2  The  law  discovers  guilt  and  sin, 

And  shews  how  vile  our  hearts  have  been  -3 
Onlythe  gospel  can  express 
Forgiving  love  and  cleansing  grace. 

3  What  curses  doth  the  law  denounce 
Against  the  man  that  fails  but  once  ! 
But  in  the  gospel  Christ  appears, 
Pard'ning  the  guilt  of  num'rous  years, 

4  My  soul,  no  more  attempt  to  draw 
Thy  life  and  comfort  from  the  law  ■ 
Fly  to  the  hope  the  gospel  gives : 
The  man  that  trusts  the  promise  lives* 

HYMN  122.  Long  Metre. 

1  IVT^"    God'  Permit  me  not  to  be 
IV  A  A  stranger  to  myself  and  thee; 
Amidst  a  thousand  thoughts  I  rove, 
Forgetful  of  my  highest  love. 

2  Why  should  my  passions  mix  with  earth, 
And  thus  debase  my  heav'nly  birth? 
Why  should  I  cleave  to  things  below, 
And  let  my  God,  my  Saviour  gp? 

-    2  s 


19  *  HYMN  CXXIII.  Book u. 

3  Call  me, away  from  flesh  and  sense  ; 

One  sov'reign  word  can  draw  me  thence; 
I  would  obey  the  voice  divine, 
And  all  inferior  joys  resign. 

4  Be  earth,  with  all  her  scenes  withdrawn  y 
Let  noise  and  vanity  be  gone; 

In  secret  silence  of  the  mind, 

My  heav'n,  and  there  my  God,  I  find.;, 

HYMN  123.  Long  Metre. 

1  A   WAY  from  every  mortal  care, 
x\.  Away  from  earth,   our  souls  retreat ; 
We  leave  this  worthless  world  afar, 

And  wait  and  worship  near  thy  feet. 

2  Lord,  in  the  temple  of  thy  grace 

We  see  thy  feet,  and  we  adore ; 
We  gaze  upon  thy  lovely  face:, 

And  learn  the  wonders  of  thy  power. 

3  While  "here  our  various  wants  we  mourn, 

United  groans  ascend  on  high  -, 
And  prayer  bears  a  quick  return 
Of  blessings  in  variety. 

4  [If  Satan  rage,  and  sin  grows  strong, 

Here  we  receive  some  cheering  word  ;f 
We  gird  the  gospel-armour  on, 
To  fight  the  battles  of  the  Lord. 

5  Or  if  our  spirit  faints  and  dies, 

(Our  conscience  galPd  with  inward  Stings) 
Here^  doth  the  righteous  Sun  arise 

With  healing  beams  beneath  his  wrings.] 

6  Father  !  my  soul  would  still  abide 

Within  thy  temple,  near  thy  side ; 
But  if  my  feet  must  hence  depart, 
Still  keep  thy  dwelling  in  my  heart. 


DookN.         HYMN  CXXV.  195 

HYMN  124.  Common  Metre. 

1  'HPJS  not  the  law  often  commands, 

-A-    On  holy  Sinai  giv'n, 
Or  sent  to  men  by  Moses*  hands, 
Can  bring  us  safe  to  heav'n. 

2  Tis  not  the  blood1  which  Aaron  spilt, 

Nor  smoke  of  sweetest  smell,' 
Can  buy  a  pardon  for  our  guilt, 
Or  save  our  souls  from  hell. 

3  Aaron  the  priest  resigns  his  breath 

At  God's  immediate  will ; 
And  in  the  desert  yields  to  death 
Upon  th'  appointed  hiil. 

4  And  thus  on  Jordan's  yonder  side 

The  tribes  of  Isr'al  stand, 
While  Moses  bow'd  his  head  and  died, 
Short*  of  the  promis'd  land. 
2  Isr'al  rejoice,  now  Joshua*  leads, 
He'JJ  bring  your  tribes  to  rest  ; 
So  far  the  Saviour's  name  exceeds 
The  ruler  and  the  priest. 

HYMN  125.  Long  Metre. 
m  1  IFE  and  immortal  joys  are  giv'n 

J—*  To  souls  that  mourn  the  sirs  they've 

done; 
Children  of  wrath,  made  heirs  of  heav'n 
By  iaith  in  God's  eternal  Son. 

2  Woe  to  the  wretch  who  never  felt 

The  inward  pangs  of  pious  grief, 
But  adds  to  all  his  crying  guilt 
The  stubborn  sin  of  unbelief. 

3  The  law  condemns  the  rebel  dead, 

Under  the, wrath  of  God  he  lies'; 
♦Joshua the  same  with  Jesus,  which  signifies  a  Saviour. 


196        HYMN  CXXVII.  Book  II. 

He  seMs  the  curse  on  his  own  head, 
And  with  a  double  vengeance  dies. 

HYMN  126.  Common  Metre. 

1  HPHE  Lord,  descending  from  above, . 

JL    Invites  his  children  near; 
While  power  and  truth,  and  boundless  love, 
Display  their  glories  here. 

2  Here,  in  thy  gospel's  wond'rous  frame, 

Fresh  wisdom  we  pursue  •    ,^ 
A  thousand  angels  learn  thy  name, 
Beyond  whate'er  they  knew. 

3  Thy  name  is  writ  in  fairest  lines, 

Thy  wonders  here  we  trace  ; 
Wisdom  through  all  the  myst'ry  shjnes, 
And  shines  in  Jesus'  face. 

4  The  law  its  best  obedience  owes 

To  our  incarnate  God  ! 
And  thy  revenging  justice  shows 

Its  honours  in  his  blood. 
b  But  still  the  lustre  of  thy  grace 

Our  warmer  thoughts  employs, 
Gilds  the  whole  scene  with  brighter  rays, 

And  more  exalts  our  joys. 

HYMN  127.  Long  Metre. 

(Written  only  for  those  who  pratise  Infant  Baptism.) 

1  fTTIUS  did  the  sons  of  Abrarm  pass 

JL     Under  the  bloody  seal  of  grace; 
The  young  disciples  bore  the  yoke, 
Till  Christ  the  painful  bondage  broke, 

2  Bv  milder  ways  doth  Jesus  prove 
His  Father's  cov'nant,  and  his  love! 
He  seals  to  saints  his  glorious  grace, 
And  not  forbids  their  infant  race. 


Book  II.       HYMN  CXXIX.  1.07 

3  Their  seed  is  sprinkled  with  his  blood  i 
Their  children  set  apart  for  God  : 

His  spirit  on  their  offspring  shed, 
Like  water  pour'd  upon  the  head. 

4  Let  every  saint  with  cheerful  voice 
Jn  this  large  covenant  rejoice: 
Young  children,  in  their  early  days, 
Shall  give  the  God  of  Abram  praise 

HYMN  128.  Common  Metre. 
j   T>LESS'D  with  the  joys  of  innocence 
JD  Adam  our  Father  stood, 
Till  he  debased  his  soul  to  sense, 
And  eat  th'  unlawful  food. 

2  Now  we  are  born  a  sensual  race, 

To  sinful  joys  inclin'd, 
Reason  hath  lost  its  native  place, 
And  flesh  enslaves  the  mind. 

3  While  flesh,  and  sense,  and  passion  reigns^ 

Sin  is  the  sweetest  good; 
We  fancy  music  in  our  chains, 
And  so  forget  the  load. 

4  Great  God  !  renew  our  ruin'd  frame  j 

Our  broken  powers  restore  : 
Inspire  us  with  a  heav'nly  flame, 
And  flesh  shall  reign  no  more, 

5  Eternal  Spirit!   write  thy  law 

Upon  our  inward  parts, 
And  let  the  second  Adam  draw 
His  image  on  our  hearts. 

HYMN  129.  Long  Metro. 
L  ,rTPIS  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come 

JL     We  walk  through  deserts  dark  az 
Till  we  arrive  at  heav'n  our  home,  [n  ight  j 
Faith  is  our  guide,  and  faith  our  light. 

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i9S  HYMNCXXX.         Bookll. 

2  The  want  of  sight  she  well  supplies; 
She  makes  the  pearly  gates  appear; 
iar  into  distant  worlds  she  pries, 
And  brings  eternal  glories  near. 
S  Cheerful  we  tread  the  desert  through, 
^  While  faith  inspires  a  heav'nly  ray,' 
Though  lions  roar,  and  tempests  blow, 
And  rocks  and  dangers  nil  the  way. 
4  So  Abram,  by  divine  command, 

Left  his  own  house  to  walk  with  God ; 
His  faith  beheld  the  promis'd  land, 
And  fir'd  his  zeal  along  the  road. 

HYMN  130.  Common  Metre. 

1  A  TTEND,  while  God's  exalted  Son 
J~X.  Doth  his  own  glories  shew; 
"Behold,  I  sit  upon  my  throne, 

"  Creating  all  things  new. 

2  "  Nature  and  sin  are  pass'd  away, 

"  And  the  old  Adam  dies : 
"  My  hands;  a  new  foundation  jay  ;  - 
"  See  the. new  world  arise! 

3  "  I'll  be  a  son  of  righteousness 

"To  the  new  heav'ns  I  make; 
"  None  but  the  new-born  heirs  of  grace 
u  My  glories  shall  partake." 

4  Mighty  Redeemer  !  set  me  free 

From  my  old  state  of  sin; 
O,  make  my  soul  alive  to  thee; 
Create  new  powers  within. 

5  Renew  mine  eyes,  and  form  mine  ears, 

And  mould  my  heart,  afresh; 
Give  me  new  passions,  joys  and  fears,    ' 
And  turn  the  stone  to  flesh. 


Book  II.       HYMX  CXXXII  Lp 

6  Far  from  the  regions  of  the  di  ad, 
From  sin,  and  earth,   arid  Loll; 
In  the  new  w>rlc)  that  grace  hath  made' 
I  would  forever  dwell. 

HYMN  131."  Long  Metre. 
LI    everlasting  glories  crown 
Thy  head,  my  Saviour  and  my  Lord  $ 
Thy  hands  have  brought  salvation  fowifc 
And  writ  the  blessings  in  thy  word. 

2  [What  if  we  trace  the  globe  around, 

And  search  from  Briton  to  Japan, 
There  shall  be  no  religion  found 
So  just  to  God,  so  safe  to  man.] 

3  In, vain  the  trembling  conscience  seeks 

Some  solid  ground  to  rest  upon  : 
With  long  despair  the  spirit  breaks, 
Till  we  apply  to  Christ  alone. 
i  How  well  thy  blessed  truths  agree  ! 
How  wise  and  holy  thy  commands! 
Thy  promises,  how  firm  they  be  ! 

How  firm  our  hope  and  comfort  stands  ! 

)  [Not  the  fejgn'd  field  of  heath'nish  bliss 
^  Could  raise  such  pleasures  in  the  mind  3 
Nor  does  the  Turkish  paradise 
Pretend  to  joys  so  well  refin'd.J 
!  Should  all  the  forms  that  men  devise 
^  Assault  my, faith  with  treach'rous  art,  , 
I'd  call  them  vanity  and  lies, 

And  bind  the  gospel  to  my  heart. 
HYMN  132.  Common  Metre. 


WE  bless  the  prophet  of  the  Lord, 
That  comes  with  truth  and  grace ; 
Jesus  thy  Spirit  and  thy  W( 
Shall  lead  us  in  thy  ways, 


•iOO        HYMN  CXXX1V.        Bock  II. 

2  We  rev'rence  our  High  Priest  above, 

Who  ofTer'd  up  his'blood, 
And  lives  to  carry  on  his  love, 
By  pleading  with  our  God. 

3  We  honour  our  exalted  King  ; 

How  sweet  are  his  commands  ! 
He'guards  our  souls  fK m  hell  and  sin 
By  his  almighty  hand, 

4  Hosanna  to  his  glorious  name, 

Who  saves  by  difPrent  ways ; 
His  mercies  lay  a  sov'reign  claim 
To  our  immortal  praise. 

HYMN  133.  Long  Metre. 

1  T7TERNAL  Spirit !  we  confess 

Hj  And  sing  the  wonders  of  thy  grace  ; 
Thy  power  conveys  our  blessings  down 
From  God  the  Father  and  the  Son. 

2  Enlighten'd  by  thine  heavenly  ray, 
Our  shades  and  darkness  turn  to  day ; 
Thine  inward  teachings  make  us  know 
Our  danger  and  our  refuge  too. 

3  Thy  power  and  glory  work  within. 
And  break  the  chains  of  reigning  sin  ; 
Do  our  imperious  lusts  subdue, 
And  form  our  wretched  hearts  anew. 

4  The  troubled  conscience  knows  thy  voice 
Thy  cheering  words  awake  our  joys  $ 
Thy  words  allay  the  stormy  wind, 

And  calm  the  surges  of  the  mind. 
HYMN  134.  Common  Metre. 
I  r^pHE  promise  was  divinely  free  J 
X    Extensive  was  the  grace  ; 
"  I  will  the  God  of  Abram  be, 
"  And  of  bis  ruitn'rous  race/'* 


Book  II.         HYMN  CXXXVI.  201 

2  lie  said,  and  with  a  bloody  seal 

Confirm 'd  the  words  he  spoke, 
Long  did  the  sons  of  Abram  feel 
The  sharp  and  painful  yoke. 

3  Till  God's  own  Son,  descending  low, 

Gave  his  own  flesh  to  bleed  ; 
And  Gentiles  taste  the  blessings  now, 
From  the  hard  bondage  freed. 

4  The  God  of  Abram  claims  our  praise  ; 

His  promises  endure ; 
And  Christ  the  Lord  in  gentler  ways 
Makes  the  salvation  sure. 

HYMN  135.     Long  Metre. 

1  TOEHOLD  the  woman's  promis'd  seed? 
A3  Behold  the  great  Messiah  come  J 
Behold  the  prophets  all  agreed 

To  give  him  the  superior  room ! 

2  Abram,  the  saint,  rejoie'd  of  old 

"When  visions  of  the  Lord  he  saw; 
Aloses,  the  man  of  God,  foretold 
This  great  fulfiller  of  his  law. 

3  The  types  bore  witness  to  his  name, 

Obtain'd  their  chief  design,  and  eeas'd  -, 
The  incense  and  the  bleeding  lamb, 
The  ark,  the  altar,  and  the  priest. 

4  Predictions  in  abundance  meet 

To  join  their  blessings  on  his  head: 
Jesus  we  worship  at  thy  feet, 

And  nations  own  the  promis'd  seed. 
HYMN  136.     Long  Metre. 
1  rr\HE  king  of  glory  sends  his  son 

JL    To  make  his  entrance  on  this  earthy 
Behold  the  midnight  bright  as  noon, 
And  heav'nly  hosts  declare  his  birth ! 


202        HYMN  CXXXVIII.       Book  II; 

2  About  the  young  redeemer's  head 

What  wonders  aid.  what  glories  meet ! 
An  unknown  star  arose,  and  led 
The  eastern  sages  to  his  feet. 

3  Simeon  and  Anna  both  conspire 

The  Infant-Saviour  to  proclaim ; 
Inward  they  felt  the  sacred  fire,       [name. 
And  bless'd  the  babe,  and  oWn'd  his 

4  Let  Jews  and  Greeks  blaspheme  zloui,  ' 

And  treat  the  holy  child  with  scorn ; 
Our  souls  ador'd  th'  eternal  God, 
Who  condescended  to  be  born. 
HYMN  137.     Long  Metre. 

1  T>  EHOLD,  the  blind  their  sight  receive ! 
X3  Behold,  the  dead  awake  and  live  ! 
The  dumb  speak  wonders,  and  the  lame 
Leap  like  the  hart,  and  bless  his  name.     • 

2  Thus  doth  th*  eternal  Spirit  own 
And  seal  the  mission  of  the  Son; 
The  Father  vindicates  his  cause, 
While  he  hangs  bleeding  on  the  cross. 

3  He  dies!  the  heav'ns  in  mourning  stoed; 
He  rises,  and  appears  a  God : 

Behold  the  Lord  ascending  high, 
No  more  to  bleed,  no  more  to  die. 

4  Hence,  and  for  ever  from  my  heart 
I  bid  my  doubts  and  fears  depart  y 
And  to  those  hands  my  soul  resign 
Which  bear  credentials  so  divine. 

HYMN  138.     Long  Metre. 
1  r  I  ^HIS  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love, 
X    Sent  to  the  nations  from  above  : 
Jehovah  <here  resolvss  to  shew 
What  his  almighty  grace  can  do. 


Book  II.        HYMN  CXXXIX.         203 

2  This  remedy  did  wisdom  mid, 

1     heal  diseases  of  the  mind  ;       irf/f 
rI     ^  so v  reign  balm,  whose  virtues  can 
Restore  the  ruin'd  creature,  man. 

3  The  gospel  bids  the  dead  revive; 
Sinners  obey  the  voice,  and  live  : 

Dry  bones  arc  rais'd  and  cloth'd  afresh; 
And  hearts  of  stone  are  turn'd  to  flesh. 

4  [Where  Satan  reign'd  in  shades  of. night,  ... 
The  gospel  strikes  a  heav'nly  light; 

Our  lusts  its  wondVous  power  controuis, 
And  calms  the  rage  of  angry  souls.] 

>   [Lions. and  beasts  of  savage  name 
Put  on  the  nature  of  the  lamb;        \*CY  j 
While  the  wide  world  esteems.it  strange, 
Gaze,  and  admire,  and  hate  the  change.] 

*  May  but  this  grace  my  soul  renew, 
Let  sinners  gaze,  and  hate  me  too; 
The  word  that  saves  me  does  engage 
A  sure  defence  from  all  their  rase. 

HYMN  139.  Long  Metre. 

1  A/TY  dear  Redeemer  and  my  Lord, 
^A  I  read  my  duty  in  thy  word ; 
But  in  thy  life  the  law  appears 
Drawn  out  in  living  characters. 

2  Such' was  thy  truth,  and  such  thy  zeal* 
Such  def'rence  to  thy  Father's  will, 
Such  love,  and  meekness  so  divine', 

I  would  transcribe,  and  make  them  mirie. 

3  Cold  mountains  and  the  midnight  air 
Writness'd  the  fervour  of  thy  prayer ;  s       • 
The  desert  thy  temptations  knew,. 

Thy  -conflict*  and  thy  vict'ry  too. 


204      '  HYMN  CXLI.  Book  II. 

4  Be  thou  my  pattern ;  make  me  bear 
More  of  thy  gracious  image  here : 
Then  God  the  Judge  shah  own  my  name 
Anion   st  the  followers  of  the  Lamb. 
HYMN  140.    Common  Metre. 

1  /^i  IVE  me  the  wings  of  Faith,  to  rise 
vJT  Within  the  veil,  and  see 

The  saints  above,  how  great  their  joys^ 
How  bright  their  glories  be. 

2  Once  they  were  mourning  here  below, 

And  wet  their  couch  with  tears; 
They  wrestled  hard,  as  we  do  now, 
With  sins,  and  doubts,  and  fears. 

3  I  ask  them  whence  their  vict'ry  came  ? 

They  with  united  breath 
Ascribe  their  conquest  to  the  Lamb, 
Their  triumph  to  his  death. 

4  They  mark'd  the  footsteps  that  he  trod, 

(His  zeal  inspir'd  their  breast:) 
And  following  their  incarnate  God, 
Possess  the  promis'd  rest. 

5  Our  glorious  Leader  claims  our  praise 

For  his  own  pattern  giv'n, 
While  the  long  cloud  of  witnesses 
Shew  the  same  path  to  heav'n. 
HYMN  141.  Common  Metre. 

1  ]i  M  Y  Saviour  God,  my  Sovereign  Prince, 
iVX  Reigns  far  above  the  skies ; 

,  -  But  brings  his  graces  down  to  sense, 
And  helps  my  faith  to  rise. 

2  My  eyes  and  ears  shall  bless  his  name, 

They  read  and  hear  his  word  : 
My  touch  and  taste  shall  do  the  same, 
When  they  receive  the  Lord. 


Hook  II.        HYMN  CXLII.  207 

3  Baptismal  water  is  design  *d 

To  seal  his  cleansing  grace, 
While  at  his  feast  of  bread  and  wine,- 
He  gives  his  saints  a  place. 

4  But  not  the  waters  of  a  flood 

Can  make  my  flesh  so  clean, 

As  by  his  Spirit  and  his  blood  ' 

He'll  wash  my  soul  from  sin. 

5  Not  choicest  meats  or  noblest  wines 

So  much  my  heart  refresh, 
As  when  my  faith  goes  through  the  signs. 
And  feeds  upon  his  flesh. 

6  I  love  the  Lord,  who  stoops  so  low 

i  o  give  his  word  a  seal : 
But  the  rich  grace  his  hands  bestow 
Exceeds  the  figures  still. 

HYMN  142.  Short  Mejtre. 

1  1V°T  a11  the  blood  of  beast3 
1  ^1    On  Jewish  altars  slain, 

Could  give  the  guilty  conscience  pease, 
Or  wash  away  the  stain. 

2  But  Christ  the  heavily  Lamb, 

Takes  all  our  sins  away- 
A  sacrifice  of  nobler  name, 
And  richer  blood  than  they. 

3  My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 

On  that  dear  head  of  thine, 
While  like  a  penitent  I  stand, 

And  there  confess  my  sin. 
&  My  soul  looks  back  to  see 

The  burdens  thou  did.t  bear, 
When  hanging  on  the  cursed  tree, 

And  hopes  hQi  guilt  was  there. 


205  HYMN  CXLIV.  Book  II. 

5   Believing  we  rejoice 

To  see  the  curse  remove  ; 
Ws  bless  the  Lamb  with  cheerful  voice, 

And  sing  his  bleeding  love. 

HYMN  143.     Common  Metre. 

1  TI7HAT  diffrent  powers  of  grace  and 

VV     Attend  our  mortal  state;  [sin 

I  hate  the  thoughts  that  work  within, 
And  do  the  works  I  hate. 

2  Now  I  complain,  and  groan,  and  die, 

While  sin  and  Satan  reign  : 
Now  raise  my  songs  of  triumph  high, 
For  grace  prevails  again. 

3  So  darkness  struggles  with  the  light 

Till  perfect  day  arise  ; 
Water  and  fire  maintain  the  fight 
Until  the  weaker  dies. 

4  Thus  will  the  flesh  and  Spirit  strive, 

And  vex  and  break  my  peace  ; 
But  I  shall  quit  this  mortal  life, 
And  sin  for  ever  cease. 

HYMN  144.  Long  Metre. 

1  /^i  RE  AT  was  the  day,  the  joy  was  greal 
v_X  When  the  divine  disciples  met : 
Whilst  on  their  heads  their  spirit  came, 
And  sat  like  tongues  of  cloven  flame. 

2  What  gifts,  what  miracles  he  gave, 
And  power  to  kill,  and  power  to  save, 
Furnish'd  their   tongues   with   wond'roujj 

words, 
Instead  of  shields,  and  spears,  and  swordsi 

3  Thus  arm'd  he  sent  the  champions  forth, 
From  east  to  west,  from  south  to  north  i  | 


Book  11.         HYMN  CXLVL  207 

"  Go,  and  assert  your  Saviour's  cause  : 
"  Go,  spread  the  myst'ry  of  his  cross." 
4-  These  weapons  of  the  holy  war, 
Ot  what  almighty  force  they  are 
1  o  make  our  stubborn  passions  bow, 
And  lay  the  proudest  rebel  low ! 

5  Nations,  the  learned  and  the  rude, 
Are  by  these  heavenly  arms  subdu'd  $ 
While  Satan  rages  at  his  loss, 

And  hates  the  doctrine  of  the  cross. 

6  Great  King  of  grace  !  my  heart  subdue  5 
I  would  be  led  in  triumph  too, 

A  willing  capti'  e  to  my  Lord, 
And  sing  the  victories  of  his  word. 
HYMX  115.  Common  Metre, 
1    T  LOVE  the  windows  of  thy  grace, 
JL  Through  which  my  Lord  is  seen, 
And  long  to  meet  my  Saviour's  face, 
Without  a  glass  between. 
3  O  that  the  happy  hour  were  come, 
To  change  my  faith  to  sight! 
I  shall  behold  my  Lord  at  home 
In  a  diviner  light. 
3   Haste,  my  beloved,  and  remove 
These  interposing  days; 
Then  shall  my  passions  all  be  love, 
And  all  my  powers  be  praise. 
HYMX  146.     Long  Metre. 

1  \ /TAX  hath  a  soul  of  vast  desires, 

-!*▼  A  He  burns  within  with  restless  fires, 
Tost  to  and  fro  his  passions  fly 
From  vanity  to  vanity. 

2  In  vain  on  earth  we  hope  to  find 
Seme  solid  good  to  fill  the  mind; 


208  HYMN  CXLVII.         Book  II. 

We  try  new  pleasures,  but  we  feel 
The  inward  thirst  and  torment  still. 

3  So  when  a  raging  fever  burns, 

We  shift  from  side  to  side  by  turns; 

And  'tis  a  poor  relief  we  gain, 

To  change  the  place,  but  keep  the  pain. 

4  Great  God  subdue  this  vicious  thirst, 
This  love  to  vanity  and  dust; 

Cure  the  vile  fever  of  the  mind, 
And  feed  our  souls  with  joys  refln'd. 

HYMN  147.     Common  Metre. 

1  "  IVT^W  let  a  spacious  world  arise," 

jL  II    Said  the  Creator  Lord; 
At  once  th*  obedient  earth  and  skies 
Rose  at  his  sov'reign  word. 

2  [Dark  was  the  deep;  the  waters  lay 

Confus'd  and  drown'd  the  land : 
He  call'd  the  light;  the  new-born  day 
Attends  on  his  command. 

3  He  bids  the  clouds  ascend  on  high; 

The  clouds  ascend,  and  bear 
A  wat'ry  treasure  to  the  sky, 
And  float  on  softer  air. 

4  The  liquid  element  below 

Was  gather'd  by  his  hand ; 
The  rolling  seas  together  flow, 
And  leave  the  solid  land. 

5  With  herbs  and  plants  (a  flow'ry  birth) 

The  naked  globe  he  crown'd, 
E'er  there  was  rain  to  bless  the  earth, 
Or  sun  to  warm  the  ground. 

6  Then  he  adorn'd  the  upper  skies ; 

Behold  the  sun  appears, 


Book  II.       HYMN  CXLVIII.  209 

The  moon  and  stars  in  order  rise, 
To  mark  out  months  and  years. 

7  Out  of  the  deep  th'  almighty  King 

Did  vital  beings  frame, 
The  painted  fowls  of  every  wing, 
And  fish  of  every  name.] 

8  He  gave  the  lion  and  the  worm 

At  once  their  wond'rous  birth, 
And  grazing  beasts,  of  various  form, 
Rose  from  the  teeming  earth. 

9  Adam  was  fram'd  of  equal  clay, 

Though  sov'reign  ot  the  rest; 
Design'd  for  nobler  ends  than  they, 
With  God's  own  image  bless'd. 

10  Thus  glorious  in  the  maker's  eye 

The  young  creation  stood  ; 
He  saw  the  building  from  on  high, 
His  word  pronounc'd  it  good. 

1 1  Lord,  while  the  frame  of  nature  stands, 

Thy  praise  shall  fill  my  tongue  : 
But  the  new  world  of  grace  demands 
A  more  exalted  song. 

HYMN  148.     Common  Metre. 

1  T^EAREST  of  all  the  names  above, 
JLJ  My  Jesus  and  my  God, 

Who  can  resist  thy  heav'nly  love, 
Or  trifle  with  thy  biood? 

2  Tisby  the  merits  of  thy  death 

The  Father  smiles  again; 
'Tis  by  thine  interceding  breath 
The  Spirit  dwells  with  men. 
I  Till  God  in  human  flesh  I  see, 
My  thought*  no  comibit  find: 

2  t2 


210  HYMN  CL.  Book  II 

The  holy,  just,  and  sacred  Three, 
Are  terrors  to  my  mind. 

4  But  if  Immanuers  face  appear, 

My  hope,  my  joy  begins  : 
His  name  forbids  my  slavish  fear, 
His  grace  removes  my  sins. 

5  While  Jews  on  their  own  law  rely, 

And  Greeks  of  wisdom  boast, 
I  love  th*  incarnate  mystery, 
And  there  I  fix  my  trust. 
HYMN  149.  Common  Metre. 

1  T7TERNAL  Sovereign  of  the  sky, 
1j  And  Lord  of  all  below, 

We  mortals  to  thy  majesty 
Our  first  obedience  owe. 

2  Our  souls  adore  thy  throne  supreme, 

And  bless  thy  providence 
For  magistrates  of  meaner  name, 
Our  glory  and  defence. 

3  [The  crowns  of  righteous  princes  shine 

With  rays  above  the  rest, 
Where  laws  and  liberties  combine 
To  make  the  nation  bless'd.] 

4  Kingdoms  on  firm  foundations  stand, 

While  virtue  finds  reward  \ 
And  sinners  perish  from  the  land 
By  justice  and  the  sword. 

5  Let  Caesar's  due  be  ever  paid 

To  Caesar  and  his  throne ; 
But  consciences  and  souls  were  made 
To  be  the  Lord's  alone. 
HYMN  3  50.  Common  Metre. 

SIN  hath  a  thousand  treach'rous  arts 
To  practise  on  the  mind ; 


Book  II.  HYMN  CLII.  211 

With  flatt'ring  looks  she  tempts  our  hearts 
But  leaves  a  sting  behind. 

2  With  names  of  virtue  she  deceives 

The  aged  and  the  young ; 
And  while  the  heedless  wretch  believes, 
She  makes  his  fetters  strong. 

3  She  pleads  for  all  the  joys  she  brings, 

And  gives  a  fair  pretence; 
But  cheats  the  soul  of  heav'nly  things, 
And  chains  it  down  to  sense. 

4  So  on  a  tree  divinely  fair 

Grew  the  forbidden  food  ; 
Our  mother  took  the  poison , there, 
And  tainted  all  her  blood. 

HYMN  151.  Long  Metre. 

1  'HHWAS  by  an  order  from  the  Lord, 

JL   The  ancient  prophet  spoke  his  word ; 
His  spirit  did  their  tongues  inspire, 
And  warm  their  hearts  with  heav'nly  fire. 

2  The  works   and  wonders  which   they 

wrought, 
Conflrm'd  the  messages  they  brought; 
The  prophet's  pen  succeeds  his  breath, 
To  save  the  holy  words  from  death. 

3  Great  God  !  mine  eyes  with  pleasure  look 
On  the  dear  volume  of  thy  book ; 
There  my  Redeemer's  face  I  see, 

And  read  his  name,  who  died  fer  me. 

4  Let  the  false  raptures  of  the  mind 
Be  lost  and  vanish  in  the  wind : 
Here  I  can  fix  my  hope  secure; 
This  is  thy  word,  and  must  endure. 

HYMN  152.  Common  Metre. 

1  "VTOT  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord, 

1M    The  tempest,  fire,  and  smoke, 


212  HYMN  CLIII.  Book  II 

Not  to  the  thunder  of  that  word 
Which  God  on  Sinai  spoke; 

2  But  we  are  come  to  Zion's  hill, 

The  city  of  our  God, 
Where  milder  words  declare  his  will, 
And  spread  his  love  abroad. 

3  Behold  th'  innumerable  host 

Of  angels  clothed  in  light! 
Behold  the  spirit?  of  the  just, 
Whose  faith  is  turn 'd  to  sight ! 

4  Behold  the  bless'd  assembly  there, 

Whose  names  are  writ  in  heav'n! 
And  God,  the  judge  of  all,  declares 
Their  vilest  sins  forgiv'n. 

5  The  saints  on  earth,  and  all  the  dead 

But  one  communion  make; 
All  join  in  Christ,  their  living  head, 
And  of  his  grace  partake. 

6  In  such  society  as  this 

My  weary  soul  would  rest; 
The  man  that  dwells  where  Jesus  is 
Must  be  forever  blest. 
HYMN  153.  Common  Metre. 

1  Q^'  ^e  a  venomous  disease, 
O  Infects  our  vital  blood  : 

The  only  balm  is  sov'reign  grace, 

And  the  physician  God. 

2  Our  beauty  and  our  strength  are  fled, 

And  we  draw  near  to  death  ; 
But  Christ  the  Lord  recalls  the  dead 
With  his  almighty  breath. 

3  Madness  by  nature  reigns  within, 

The  passions  burn  and  rage ; 


Book II.  HYMN  CLIV.  2 IS 

Till  God's  own  Son,  with  skill  divine, 
The  inward  fire  assuage. 

4  [We  lick  the  dust,  we  grasp  the  wind, 

And  solid  good  despise: 

Such  is  the  folly  of  the  mind, 

Till  Jesus  makes  us  wise. 

5  We  give  our  souls  the  wounds  they  fee], 

We  drink  the  pois'noUs  gall, 

And  rush  with  fury  down  io  Hell; 

But  heav'n  prevents  the  fall.] 

6  [The  man  possess'd,  among  the  tombs 

Cuts  his  own  flesh  and  cries  : 
He  foams  and  raves  till  Jesus  comes, 
And  the  foul  spirit  flies.] 

HYMN  154.  Long  Metre. 

1  "  TTS^HERE  are  tne  mourners,"*  saith 

V  V       the  Lord, 
"  That  wait  and  tremble  at  my  word  ? 
"  That  walk  in  darkness  all  the  day  ? 
"  Come,  make  my  name  your  trust  and  stay, 

2  "  [No  works  nor  duties  of  your  own 
"  Can  for  the  smallest  sin  atone; 

"  f  The  robes  that  nature  may  provide, 
"  Will  not  your  least  pollutions  hide. 

3  "  The  softest  couch  that  nature  knows 
"  Can  give  the  conscience  no  repose  : 
iC  Look  to  my  righteousness,  and  live: 
iC  Comfort  and  peace  are  mine  to  give.] 

4  "  Ye  sons  of  pride,  that  kindle  coals 

"  With  your  own  hands  to  warm  your  souls, 
"  Walk  in  the  light  of  your  own  fire, 
u  Enjoy  the  sparks  that  ye  desire: 

*  Isaiah  1.  10,.  11.         }  Isaiah  xxviii.  20. 


214  HYMNCLVI.  Book  II. 

5  "  This  is  your  portion  at  my  hands, 
"  Hell  waits  you  with  her  iron  bands ; 
cc  Ye  shall  lie  down  in  sorrow  there, 
"  In  death,  in  darkness,  and  despair." 
HYMN  15  5.  Common  Metre. 

1  1     O  !  the  destroying  angel  flies 
JLi  To  Pharaoh's  stubborn  land  ; 
The  pride  and  flower  of  Egypt  dies 

By  his  vindictive  hand. 

2  He  pass'd  the  tents  of  Jacob  o'er, 

Nor  pour'd  the  wrath  divine; 
He  saw  the  blood  on  every  door, 
And  bless'd  the  peaceful  sign. 

3  Thus  the  appointed  Lamb  must  bleed, 

To  break  th'  Egyptian  yoke  ; 
Thus  Isra'l  is  from  bondage  freed, 
And  'scapes  the  angel's  stroke. 

4  Lord,  if  my  heart  were  sprinkled  too 

With  blood  so  rich  as  thine, 
Justice  no  longer  would  pursue 
This  guilty  soul  of  mine. 

5  Jesus  our  passover  was  slain, 

And  has  at  once  procur'd 
Freedom  from  Satan's  heavy  chain, 
And  God's  avenging  sword. 

HYMN  156.  Common  Metre. 


■K 


HATE  the  tempter  and  his  charms. 


hate  his  flatt'ring  breath 


The  serpent  takes  a  thousand  forms 
To  cheat  our  souls  to  death. 

He  feeds  our  hopes  with  airy  dreams, 
Or  kills  with  slavish  fear ; 

And  holds  us  still  fn  wide  extremes, 
Presumption,  or  despair. 


Book  II.  HYMN  CLVII.  215 

3  Now  he  persuades,  "  How  easy  'tis 

"  To  walk  the  road  to  heav'n ;" 
(e  Anon  he  swells  our  sins,  and  cries, 
"  They  cannot  be  forgiv'n." 

4  [He  bids  younp-  sinners,  "  Yet  forbear 

"  To  think  or' God  or  death  : 
"  For  prayer  and  devotion  are 
"  But  melancholy  breath." 

5  He  tells  the  aged,  "  They  must  die  ! 

"  And  'tis  too  late  to  pray; 
"  In  vain  for  mercy  now* they  cry, 
"  For  they  have  lost  their  day."] 

6  Thus  he  supports  his  cruel  throne 

By  mischief  and  deceit, 
And  drags  the  sons  of  Ac  am  down 
To  darkness  and  the  pit. 

7  Almighty  God,  cut  short  his  power, 

Let  him  in  darkness  dwell ; 
And  that  he  vex  the  earth  no  more, 
Confine  him  down  to  hell. 

HYMN  157.  Common  Metre. 

1  1VTOW  Satan  comes  with  dreadful  roar, 
-L^l    And  threatens  to  destroy; 

He  worries  whom  he  can't  devour 
With  a  malicious  joy. 

2  Ye  sons  of  God,  oppose  his  rage; 

Resist,  and  he'll  begone; 
Thus  did  our  dearest  Lord  engage, 
And  vanquish  him  alone. 

3  Now  he  appears  almost  divine, 

Like  innocence  and  love ; 
But  the  old  serpent  lurks  within 
When  he  assumes  the  dove. 


216  W  I JVLJN .  UL1A.  JbJook  11* 

4  Fly  from  the  false  deceiver's  tongue, 
Ye  sons  of  Adanv  fly : 
Our  parents  found  the  snare  too  strong, 
Nor  should  the  children  try. 
HYMN  158.  Long  Metre. 
I  13  ROAD  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death, 
A3  And  thousands  walk  together  there  -s 
But  wisdom  shows  a  narrower  path, 
AVlth  here  and  there  a  traveller. 
Q  <c  Deny  thyself,  and  take  thy  cross," 
Is  the  Redeemer's  great  command  ; 
Nature  must  count  her  gold  but  dross, 
If  she  would  gain  this  heav'nly  land. 
3  The  fearful  soul  that  tires  and  faints, 
And  walks  the  ways  of  God  no  more, 
Is  but  esteem'd  almost  a  saint, 

And  makes  his  own  destruction  sure. 
7  Lord,  let  not  all  my  hopes  be  vain  ; 
Create  my  heart  entirely  new  ; 
Which  hypocrites  could  ne'er  attain  ; 
Which  false  apostates  never  knew. 
HYMN  159,  Common  Metre. 

1  [/^i  REAT  King  of  glory  and  of  grace  ! 

vJ  We  own  with  humble  shame, 
How  vile  is  our  degenerate  race, 
And  our  first  father's  name.] 

2  From  Adam  flows  our  tainted  blood, 

The  poison  reigns  within  : 
Makes  us  averse  to  all  that's  good, 
And  willing  slaves  to  sin. 

3  [Daily  we  break  thy  holy  laws, 

And  then  reject  thy  grace  : 
Engag'd  in  the  old  serpent's  cause, 
Against  our  Maker's  face.] 


v  . 


I300K  11,  niivi^\    \^L,JV1.  217 

4  We  live  estrang'd  afar  from  God, 

And  love  the  distance  well ; 
With  haste  we  run  the  dang'rous  road 
That  leads  to  death  and  hell. 

5  And  can  such  rebels  be  restor'd  ! 

Such  natures  made  divine  ] 
Let  sinners  see  thy  glory  Lord, 
And  feel  this  power  of  thine. 

6  We  raise  our  father's  name  on  high, 

Who  his  own  spirit  sends, 
To  bring  rebellious  strangers  nigh, 
And  turn  his  foes  to  friends. 
HYMN  160.    Long  Metre. 

1  ET  the  wild  leopards  of  the  wood 
JLj  Put  off  the  spots  that  nature  gives  ; 
Then  may  the  wicked  turn  to  God, 

And  change  their  tempers  and  their  live*. 

2  As  well  might  Ethiopean  slaves 

^  Wash  out  the  darkness  of  their  skin  ; 
The  dead  as  well  may  leave  their  graves. 
As  old  transgressors  cease  to  sin. 

3  Where  vice  has  held  its  empire  long, 

'Twill  not  endure  the  least  controul  ; 
None  but  a  power  divinely  strong 
Can  turn  the  current  of  the  soul. 

4  Great  God  !  I  own  thy  power  divine, 

That  works  to  change  this  heart  of  mine ; 
I  would  be  form'd  anew,  and  bless 
The  wonders  of  creating  grace. 
HYMN  161.  Common  Metre. 
1    OTR  AIT  is  the  way,  the  door  is  strait 
O  That  leads  to  joys  on  high  -> 
Tis  but  a  few  that  find  the  gate, 
While  crowds  mistake  and  die. 
2  u 


'^15  nilVlIN    V^AJ.1.  £>O0KlI., 

2  Beloved  self  must  be  deny'd, 

The  mind  and  will  renew 'd, 
Passion  suppress'd  and  patience  try'd, 
And  vain  desires  subdu'd. 

3  [Flesh  is  a  dang'rous  foe  to  grace, 

Where  it  prevails  and  rules  ; 
Flesh  must  be  humbled,  pride  abas'd, 
Lest  they  destroy  our  souls. 

4  The  love  of  gold  be  banish'd  hence, 

(That  vile  idolatry) 
And  every  member,  every  sense, 
In  sweet  subjection  lie. 

5  The  tongue,  that  most  unruly  power, 

Requires  a  strong  restraint : 
We  must  be  watchful  every  hour, 
And  pray,  but  never  faint.] 

6  Lord,  can  a  feeble  helpless  worm 

Fulfil  a  task  so  hard  ? 
Thy  grace  must  all  my  work  perform, 
And  give  the  free  reward. 

HYMN  162.  Common  Metre. 
llllY  thoughts  surmount  those  lower  skies, 
jLVjL  And  look  within  the  veil ; 
There  springs  of  endless  pleasure  rise, 
The  waters  never  fail. 

2  There  I  behold  with  sweet  delight 

The  blessed  Three  in  One ; 
And  strong  affections  fix  my  sight 
On  God's  incarnate  Son. 

3  His  promise  stands  for  ever  firm, 

His  grace  shall  ne'er  depart ; 
He  binds  my  name  upon  his  arm, 
i\na  seais  it  on  his  heart 


Book  II.  HYMN  CLXIII.  219 

4  Light  are  the  pains  that  nature  brings ; 

Mow  short  our  sorrows  are, 
When  with  eternal  future  things, 
The  present  we  compare  ! 

5  I  would  not  be  a  stranger  stili 

To  that  celestial  place, 
Where  I  for  ever  hope  to  dwell, 
Near  rny  Redeemer's  face. 

HYMN  163.  Common  Metre. 

1  T^E^R  Lord  !  behoId  our  sore  Stress, 
-L^  Our  sins  attempt  to  reign  ; 

Stretch  out  thine  arm  of  conqu'ring  grace, 

And  kt  thy  foes  be  slain. 

2  [The  Jion  with  his  dreadful  roar 

Affrights  thy  feeble  sheep  : 
Reveal  the  glory  of  thy  power, 
And  chain  him  to  the  deep. 

3  Must  we  indulge  a  long  despair  ? 

Shall  our  petitions  die  ? 
Our  mournings  never  reach  thine  ear, 
JNor  tears  affect  thine  eye  r] 
*  If  thou  despise  a  mortal  groan, 
Yet  hear  a  Saviour's  blood  ; 
An  advocate  so  near  the  throne 
Pleads  and  prevails  with  God. 
i  Pie  brought  the  Spirit's  powerful  sword 
To  slay  our  deadly  foes ; 
Our  sins  shall  die  beneath  thy  word, 

And  hell  in  vain  oppose. 
How  boundless  is  our  Father's  grace, 
In  height,  and  depth,  and  length! 
He  made  his  Son  our  righteousness, 
His  Spirit  is  our  strength. 


if*)  HYMN  CLXV,  Book  II. 

HYMN  164.  Common  Metre. 

1  WT^^~   s^ou^  tms  eartn  delight  us  so  > 

V  V     Why  should  we  fix  our  eyes 
On  these  low  grounds,  where  sorrows  grow* 
And  every  pleasure  dies  ? 

2  While  time  his  sharpest  t? eth  prepares, 

Our  comforts  to  devour, 
There  is  a  land  above  the  stars, 
And  joys  above  his  power. 

3  Nature  shall  be  dissolved  and  die, 

The  sun  must  end  his  race, 
The  earth  and  sea  for  ever  fly 
Before  my  Saviour's  face, 

4  When  will  that  glorious  morning  rise, 

When  the  last  trumpet  sound, 
And  call  the  nations  to  the  skies, 
From  underneath  the  ground  ? 
HYMN  165.  Common  Metre. 
1  T    ONG  have  I  sat  beneath  the  sound 
X-i  Of  thy  salvation,  Lord; 
But  still  how  weak  my  faith  is  found, 
And  knowledge  of  thy  word ! 

5  Oft  I  frequent  thy  holy  place, 

And  hear  almost  in  vain; 
How  small  a  portion  of  thy  grace 
My  mem'ry  can  retain  ! 

3  [My  dear  Almighty,  and  my  God, 

How  little  art  thou  known 
By  all  the  judgments  of  thy  rod, 
And  blessings  of  thy  throne  !] 

4  [How  cold  and  feeble  is  my  love ! 

How  negligent  my  fear ! 
How  low  my  hope  of  joys  above  ! 
How  few  affections  there !] 


Book  II.        HYMN  CLXVI.  221 

5  Great  God !  thy  sov'reign  power  impart 

To  give  thy  word  success ; 
Write  thy  salvation  in  my  heart, 
And  make  me  learn  thy  grace. 

6  [Shew  my  forgetful  feet  the  way 

That  leads  to  joys  on  high  ; 
There  knowledge  grows  without  decay, 
And  love  shall  never  die.] 

HYMN  166.  Common  Metre. 

1  TJOW  shall  I  praise  th'  eternal  God, 
JlX  That  infinite  unknown! 

Who  can  ascend  his  high  abode, 
Or  venture  near  his  throne ! 

2  [The  great  Invisible  !  he  dwells 

Conceal'd  in  dazzling  light ; 
But  his  all-searching  eye  reveals 
The  secrets  of  the  night. 

3  Those  watchful  eyes  that  never  sleep, 

Survey  the  world  around  ! 
His  wisdom  is  a  boundless  deep, 

Where  all  our  thoughts  are  drownU] 

4  [Speak  we  of  strength  ?  his  arm  is  strong, 

To  save  or  to  destroy : 
Infinite  years  his  life  prolong, 
And  endless  is  his  joy.] 

5  [He  knows  no  shadow  of  a  change, 

Nor  alters  his  decrees; 
Firm  as  a  rock  his  truth  remains, 
To  guard  his  promises.] 

3  [Sinners  before  his  presence  die; 
How  holy  is  his  name  ! 
His  anger  and  his  jealousy 
Burn  like  devouring  flame.] 
2  u  2 


222  HYMN  CLXVII.        Book  IL 

7  Justice  upon  a  dreadful  throne 
Maintains  the  rights  of  God, 
While  mercy  sends  her  pardons  down* 
Bought  with  a  Saviour's  blood. 
$  Now  to  my  soul,  immortal  King  ! 
Speak  some  forgiving  word  : 
Then  'twill  be  double  joy  to  sing 
The  glories  of  my  Lord. 

HYMN  167.  Long  Metre. 

1  /^  REAT  God  !  thy  glories  shall  employ 
VX  My  holy  fear,  my  humble  joy  -9 

My  lips  in  songs  of  honour  bring 
Their  tribute  to  th'  eternal  King. 

2  [Earth  and  the  stars,  and  worlds  unknown, 
Depend  precarious  on  his  throne  > 

All  nature  hangs  upon  his  word, 

And  grace  and  glory  own  their  Lord.] 

3  [His  sov'reign  power  what  mortal  knows ! 
If  he  commands,  who  dare  oppose  ? 
With  strength  he  girds  himself  around, 
And  treads  the  rebels  to  the  ground* 

4  [Who  shall  pretend  to  teach  him  skill, 
Or  guide  the  counsels  of  his  will? 
His  wisdom,  like  a  sea  di.ine, 
Flows'  deep  and  high  beyond  our  line.] 

5  [His  name  is  holy,  and  his  eyes 
Burns  wifb  immortal  jealousy; 

He  hates  the  sons  of  pride,  and  sheds 
His  fi'ry  vengeance  on  their  heads.] 

6  [The  beamings  of  his  piercing  sight 
Bring  dark  hypocrisy  to  light ; 
t)eath  and  destruction  naked  lie, 
And  helluncoyer'd  i'9  bis.  eye. J 


Book  II.       HYMN  CLXVIII.  223 

7  [TV  eternal  law  before  him  stands; 
His  justice  with  impartial  hands 
Divides  to  all  their  due  reward, 

Or  by  the  sceptre  or  the  sword.] 

8  [His  mercy  like  a  boundless  sea, 
Washes  our  load  of  guilt  away ; 

While  his  own  Son  came  down  and  died, 
T'  engage  his  justice  on  our  side.] 

9  [Each  of  his  words  demands  my  faith ; 
My  soul  can  rest  on  all  he  saith  ; 

His  truth  inviolably  keeps, 
The  largest  promise  of  his  lips.] 

10  O  tell  me  with  a  gentle  voice, 

"  Thou  art  my  God,"  and  I'll  rejoice; 
Fill'd  with  thy  love,  I  dare  proclaim 
The  brightest  honours  of  thy  name. 

HYMN  168.  Long  Metre. 

1  TEHOVAH  reigns,  his  throne  is  high, 
•J    His  robes  are  light  and  majesty  I 
His  glory  shines  with  beams  so  bright, 
No  mortal  can  sustain  the  sight. 

2  His  terrors  keep  the  world  in  awe; 
His  justice  guards  his  holy  law; 
His  love  reveals  a  smiling  face, 

His  truth  and  promise  seal  the  grace. 

3  Through  all  his  works  his  wisdom  shine$ 
And  baffles  Satan's  deep  designs; 

His  power  is  sov'reign  to  fulfil 
The  noblest  counsels  of  his  will. 

4  And  will  this  glorious  Lord  descend 
To  be  my  Father  and  my  Friend ! 
Then  let  my  songs  with  angels  join; 
Heav'n  is  secure,  if  God  be  mine. 


224  HYMNCLXIX.        Book  II 

KYMN  169.  Proper  Metre. 
The  same  as  the  148th  Psalm. 

1  HPHE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 

A    His  throne  is  built  on  high  $ 
The  garments  he  assumes 
Are  light  and  majesty; 

His  glories  shine 

With  beams  so  bright, 

No  mortal  eye 

Can  bear  the  sight. 

2  The  thunders  of  his  hand 
Keep  the  wide  world  in  awe  -y 
His  wrath  and  justice  stand 
To  guard  his  holy  law  ; 

And  where  his  love 
Resolves  to  bless, 
His  truth  confirms 
And  seals  the  grace. 

3  Through  all  his  ancient  works 
Surprising  wisdom  shines, 
Confounds  the  powers  of  hell, 
And  breaks  their  curs'd  designs  r 

Strong  is  his  arm, 
And  shall  fulfil 
His  great  decrees, 
His  sov'reign  will.     v 

4  And  can  this  mighty  King 
Of  glory  condescend? 
And  will  he  wrrite  his  name, 

"  My  Father  and  my  Friend" V9 
I  love  his  name! 
I  love  his  word  J 
Join  all  my  powers, 
And  praise  the  Lord, 


Book  II.  HYMN  CLXX.  22* 

HYMN  170.  Long  Metre. 

1  [/^»AN  creatures  to  perfection  find* 

V>  Th*  eternal,  uncreated  mind? 
Or  can  the  largest  stretch  of  thought 
Measure  and  search  his  nature  out  ? 

2  Tis  high  as  heav'n,  'tis  deep  as  hell ; 
And. what  can  mortals  know  or  tell? 
His  glory  spreads  beyond  the  sky, 
And  all  the  shining  worlds  on  high. 

3  But  man,  vain  man,  would  fain  be  wise  9 
Born  like  a  wild  young  colt,  he  flies 
Through  all  the  follies  of  his  mind, 

And  swells,  and  snuffs  the  empty  wind.} 

4  God  is  a  King,  of  power  unknown; 
Firm  are  the  orders  of  his  throne: 
If  he  resolve,  who  dare  oppose, 

Or  ask  him  why,  or  what  he  does  ? 

5  He  wounds  the  heart,  and  he  makes  whole  ; 
He  calms  the  tempest  of  the  soul: 
When  he  shuts  up  in  long  despair, 

Who  can  remove  the  heavy  bar? 

6  f  He  frowns,  and  darkness  veils  the  moon  -r 
The  fainting  sun  grows  dim  at  noon ; 

\  The  pillars  of  heav'n's  starry  roof 
Tremble  and  start  at  his  reproof. 
8  He  gave  the  vaulted  heav'n  its  form, 
The  crooked  serpent  and  the  worm  : 
He  breaks  the  billows  with  his  breathy 
And  smites  the  sons  of  pride  to  death, 

8  These  are  a  portion  of  his  ways ; 
But  who  shall  dare  describe  his  face  ? 
Who  can  endure  his  light,  or  stand 
To  hear  the  thunders  of  his  hand  ? 
*  Job  xi.  7,  &c.     t  Job  xxv.  5.    \  Job  xxvi.  1 1,  &c> 

END  OF  THE  SECOND  BOOK- 


HYMNS. 


BOOK  III. 


PREPARED  FOR  THE  LORD'S  SUPPER. 


HYMN  l.  Long  Metre. 

1  'TTWAS  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night, 

A   When  powers  of  earth  and  hell  arose 
Against  the  Son  of  God's  delight, 
And  friends  betray'd  him  to  his  foes. 

2  Before  the  mournful  scene  began, 

He  took  the  bread,  and  bless'd  and  brake  j 
What  love  through  all  his  actions  ran  ! 
What  wond'rous  words  of  grace  he  spake! 

3  "  This  is  my  body  broke  for  sin ; 

"  Receive  and  eat  the  living  food  §? 
Then  took  the  cup  and  bless'd  the  wine : 
"  Tis  the  new  cov'nant  in  my  blood." 

4  [For  us  his  flesh  with  nails  was  torn, 

He  bore  the  scourge,  he  felt  the  thorn.; 
And  justice  pour'd  upon  his  head 
Its  heavy  veng'ance  in  our  stead. 

5  For  us  his  vital  blood  was  spilt, 

To  buy  the  pardon  of  our  guilt; 
When,  for  black  crimes  of  biggest  sizev 
He  gave  his  soul  a  sacrifice.  J 
>  "  Do  this  (he  cried)  till  time  shall  end, 
"  In  mem'ry  of  your  dying  friend; 
"  Meet  at  my  table,  and  .record 

"  The  love  of  your  departed  Lord." 
7  [Jesus !  thy  feast  we  celebrate, 

We  shew  thy  death,  we  sing  thy  name, 
Till  thou  return,  and  we  shall  eat 
The  marriage  supper  of  the  Lamb.] 


Book  III.  HYMN  III.  227 

HYMN  2.  Short  Metre. 

1  j  TESUS  invites  his  saints 

J    To  meet  around  his  board; 
Here  pardon'd  rebels  sit,  and  hold 
Communion  with  their  Lord. 

2  For  food  he  gave  his -flesh  ; 

He  bids  us  drink  his  blood ; 
Amazing  favour  matchless  grace 
Of  our  descending  God ! 

3  This  holy  bread  and  wine 

Maintains  our  fainting  breath, 
By  union  with  our  living  Lord, 
And  int'rest  in  his  death.] 

4  Our  heav'nly  Father  calls 

Christ  and  his  members  one; 
We  the  young  children  of  his  love, 
And  he  the  first-born  Son. 

5  We  are  but  sev'ral  parts 

Of  the  same  broken  bread ; 
One  body  hath  its  sev'ral  limbs, 
But  Jesus  is  the  head. 

0  Let  all  our  powers  be  join'd 

His  glorious  name  to  raise : 
Pleasure  and  love  fill  ev'ry  mind, 
And  every  voice  be  praise. 

HYMN  3.  Common  Metre. 

1  "  nr^HE  promise  of  my  Father's  love 

A    "  Shall  stand  forever  good:" 
He  said,  and  gave  his  soul  to  death, 
And  seal'd  the  grace  with  blood. 

2  To  this  dear  cov'nant  of  thy  word 

I  set  my  worthless  name  ; 
I  seal  th'  engagement  to  my  Lord; 
And  make  my  humble  claim. 


228  JtllMJN    IV.  iiooklllr 

3  The light,and  strength,and pard'ning grace, 

And  glory  shall  be  mine  : 
My  life  and  soul,  my  heart  and  flesh, 
And  all  my  powers  are  thine.        , 

4  I  call  that  legacy  my  own 

Which  Jesus  did  bequeath  ; 
^Twas  purchas'd  with  a  dying  groan. 
And  ratify'd  in  death. 

$  Sweet  is  the  mem'ry  of  his  name 
Who  bless'd  us  in  his  will, 
And  to  his  testament  of  love 
Made  his  own  life  the  seal. 

HYMN  4.  Common  Metre. 

1  T  TOW  condescending  and  how  kind 
11  Was  Cod's  eternal  Son  ! 

Our  mis'ry  reach'd  his  heav'nly  mind. 
And  pity  brought  him  down. 

2  [When  justice  by  our  sins  provok'd, 

Drew  forth  his  dreadful  sword, 
He  gave  his  soul  up  to  the  stroke, 
Without  a  murm'ring  word.] 

3  [He  sunk  beneath  our  heavy  woes, 

To  raise  us  to  his  throne; 
There's  nt'tx  a  gift  his  hand  bestows 
But  cost  his  heart  a  groan.] 

4  This  was  compassion  like  a  God, 

That  when  the  Saviour  knew 
The  price  of  pardon  was  his  blood, 
His  pity  ne'er  withdrew. 

5  Now  though  he  reigns  exalted  high, 

His  love  is  still  as  great  : 

Well  he  remembers  Calvary, 

Nor  let  his  saints  forget. 


Book  III.  HYMN'  V. 

6  [Here  we  behold  his  bowels  roll, 

As  kind  as  when  he  died, 
And  see  the  sorrows  of  his  soul 
Bleed  through  his  Wounded  side.] 

7  [Here  we  receive  repeated  seals 

Of  Jesus'  dying  love; 
Hard  is  the  wretch  that  never  feels 
One  soft  affection  move. 

8  Here  let  our  hearts  begin  to  melt, 

While  we  his  death  record, 
And,  with  our  joy  for  pardon'd  guilt, 
Mourn  that  we  piere'd  the  Lord. 

HYMN  5.  Common  Metre. 

1  ET.us  adore  th'  eternal  Word, 
-Lrf  Tis  he  our  souls  hath  fed  : 
Thou  art  our  living  stream,  O  Lord, 

And  thou  th'  immortal  bread. 

2  [The  manna  came  from  lower  skies, 

JBut  Jesus  from  above, 
Where  the  fresh  springs  of  pleasure  rise, 
And  rivers  flow  with  love. 

3  The  Jews,  the  fathers  died  at  last, 

Wrho  eat  that  heav'nly  bread ; 
But  these  provisions  which  we  taste 
Can  raise  us  from  the  dead.] 

4  Bless'd  be  the  Lord,  that  gives  his  flesh 

To  nourish  dying  men ; 
And  often  spreads  his  table  fresh, 
Lest  we  should  faint  again. 

5  Our  souls  shall  draw  their  heav'nly  breath, 

•  While  Jesus  finds  supplies: 
Nor  shall  our  graces  sink  to  death 
For  Jesus  never  dies. 

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£30  HYMN  VII.  Book  III. 

6  [Daily  our  mortal  flesh  decays, 
But  Christ  our  life  shall  come; 
His  unresisted  power  shall  raise 
Our  bodies  from  the  tomb.] 
HYMN  6.  -Long  Metre. 

1  TESUS  is  gone  above  the  skies, 
J  Where  our  weak  senses  reach  him  not ; 
And  carnal  objects  court  our  eyes, 

To  thrust  our  Saviour  from  our  thought. 

2  He  knows  what  wand'ring  hearts  we  have, 

Apt  to  forget  his  .lovely  face, 
And  to  refresh  our  minds,  he  gave 
These  kind  memorials  of  his  grace. 

5  The  Lord  of  life  this  table  spread 

With  his  own  flesh  and  dying  blood ; 
We  on  the  rich  provision  feed, 

And  taste  the  wine  and  bless  the  God, 
4  Let  sinful  sweets  be  all  forgot, 

And  earth  grow  less  in  our  esteem ; 
Christ  and  his  love  fill  .every  thought, 

And  faith  and  hope  be  fix'd  on  him. 
;5  While  he  is  absent  from  our  sight, 

Tis  to  prepare  our  souls  a  place, 
That  we  may  dwell  in  heav'nly  light, 

And  live  forever  near  his  face. 

6  [Our  eyes  look  upwards  to  the  hills 

Whence  our  returning  Lord  shall  come ; 
We  wait  thy  chariot's  awful  wheels, 
To  fetch  our  longing  spirits  home.] 
HYMN  7.  Long  Metre. 
1  T7C7HEN  I  survey  the  wond'rous  cross 
V  V    On  which  the  Prince  of  Glory  died, 
My  richest  gain  I  count  but  Joss, 
And  pour  contempt  #a  all  my  pride. 


Book  III.  HYMN  VIII.  231 

2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  boast, 

Save  in  the  death  of  Christ  my  God; 
All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 
I  sacrifice  them  to  his  blood. 

3  See  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 

Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down  ! 
Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet, 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown  ? 

4  [His  dying  crimson,  like  a  robe, 

Spreads  o'er  his  body  on  the  tree ; 
Then  am  I  dead  to  all  the  globe, 
And  all  the  globe  is  dead  to  me.] 

5  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 

That  were  a  present  far  too  small; 
Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 

Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all. 

HYMN  8.  Common  Metre. 

1  [POME,  let  us  join  a  joyful  tune, 

^^  To  our  exalted  Lord, 
Ye  saints  on  high  ground  his  throne, 
And  we  around  his  board. 

2  While  once  upon  this  lower  ground, 

Weary  and  faint  ye  stood, 
What  dear  refreshments  here  ye  found 
From  this  immortal  food  I] 

3  The  tree  of  life,  that  near  the  throne, 

In  heav'n's  high  garden  grows, 
Laden  with  grace  bends  gently  down 
Its  ever  smiling  boughs. 

4  [Hov'ring  amongst  the  leaves  there  stands 

1  he  sweet  celestial  Dove, 
And  Jesus  on  the  branches  hangs 
The  banner  of  his  love. 1 


u52  HYMN  IX.  BookllL 

5  ['Tis  a  young  heav'n  of  strange  delight, 
While  in  his  shade  we  sit  -y 
His  fruit  is  pleasing  to  the  sight, 
And  to  the  taste  as  sweet. 

$  New  life  it  spreads  through  dying  hearts,. , 
And  cheers  the  drooping  mind  ; 
Vigour  and  joy  the  juice  imparts, 
Without  a  sting  behind.] 

7  Now  let  the  flaming  weapon  stand. 

And  guard  all  Eden's  trees ; 
There's  ne'er  a  plant  in  all  that  land 
That  bears  such  fruits  as  these. 

8  Infinite  grace  our  souls  adore, 

Whose  wond'rous  hand  has  made 
This  living  branch  of  sov'reign  power 
To  raise  and  heal  the  dead. 

HYMN  9.  Short  Metre. 

1  T    ET  all  our  tongues  be  one 
JL^d  To  praise  our  God  on  high, 
Who  from  his  bosom  sent  his  Son 

To  fetch  us  strangers  nigh. 

2  Nor  let  our  voices  cease 

To  sing  the  Saviour's  name; 
Jesus,  th'  ambassador  of  peace, 
How  cheerfully  he  came. 

3  It  cost  him  cries  and  tears 

To  bring  us  near  to  God  t 
Great  was  our  debt,  and  he  appears 

To  make  the  payment  good. 
£  [My  Saviour's  pierced  side 

Pour'd  out  a  double  flood ; 
By  water  we  are  purify'd, 

And  pardon'd  by  the  blood. 


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Book  III.  HYMN  X. 

5  Infinite  was  our  guilt, 

But  he,  our  priest,  atones; 
On  the  cold  ground  his  life  was  spilt, 
And  oilerM  with  his  groans.] 
(j  Look  up  my  soul,  to  him, 

Whose  death  was  thy  desert, 
And  humbly  view  the  living  stream 
Flow  from  his  breaking  heart. 

7  There  on  the  cursed  tree 

In  dying  pangs  he  lies, 
Fulfils  his  Father's  great  decree, 
And  all  our  wants  supplies. 

8  Thus  the  Redeemer  came, 

By  water  and  by  blood  ; 
And^when  the  Spirit  speaks  the  same, 
We  feel  his  witness  good. 

9  While  the  eternal  Three 

Bear  their  record  above, 
Here  I  believe  he  died  for  me, 
And  seal  my  Saviour's  love* 

10  [Lord,  cleanse  my  soul  from  sin, 

Nor.  let  thy  grace  depart ; 
Great  Comforter,  abide  within, 
And  witness  to  my  heart.] 

HYMN  10.  Long  Metre. 

1  NT^T'URE  xvhh  °Fen  volume  stands, 
^-  ^  To  spread  her  Maker's  praise  abroad  r 
And  every  labour  of  his  hands 

Shews  something,  worthy  of  a  Go  J. 
2  But  in  the  grace  that  rescued  man, 
His  brightest  form  of  glory  shines; 
Here,  on  the  cross,   'tis  fairest  drawn 
in  precious  blood,  and  crimson  lines, 

2  v.-  3 


&4  HYMN  XL  Book  III. 

3  [Here  his  whole  name  appears  complete; 

Nor  wit  can  guess,  nor  reason  prove, 
Which  of  the  letters  best  is  writ, 

The  power,  the  wisdom,  or  the  love.] 

4  Here  I  behold  his  inmost  heart,  [j*>in, 

Where  grace  and  veng'ance  strangely- 
Piercing  his  Son  with  sharpest  smart, 
To  make  the  purchas'd  pleasures  mine. 

5  O  !  the  £weet  wonders  of  that  cross, 

Where  God  the  Saviour  lov'd  and  died  1 
Her  noblest  life  my  spirit  draws 

From  his  dear  wounds  and  bleeding  side. 

6  £  Would  for  ever  speak  his  name, 

In  sounds  to  mortal  ears  unknown  : 
With  angels  join  to  praise  the  Lamb, 
And  worship  at  his  Father's  throne. 

HYMN  1 1 .  Common  Metre. 

i  'T    ORD,  how  divine  thy  comforts  are  ! 
JLj  Howheav'nfy  is  the  place 
Where  Jesus  spreads  the  sacred  feast 
Of  his  redeeming  grace  ! 
%  There  the  rich  bounties  of  our  God, 
And  sweetest  glories  shine  ; 
There  Jesus  says,  that  "  I  am  his, 
"  And  my  Beloved's  mine. 

3  "  Here,"  says  the  kind  redeeming  Lord*  . 

And  shews  his  wounded  side, 
"See  here  the  spring  of  all  your  joys, 
"  That  operi'd  when  I  died  ! ■" 

4  [He,  smiles  and  cheers  my  mournful  heart, 

And  tells  of  all  his  pain  : 
<e  AH  this,"  says  he,  "  I  bore  for  thee  $\ 
And  then  he  smiles  again  J 


Book  HI.  HYMN  XI T.  235 

5  What  shall  we  pay  our  heav'nly  King 

For  grace  so  vast  as  this  ? 
He  brings  our  pardon  to  our  eyes, 
And  seals  it  with  a  kiss. 

6  [Let  such  amazing  loves  as  these 

Be  sounded  all  abroad  ; 
Such  favours  are  beyond  degrees, 
And  worthy  of  a  God.] 

7  [To  him  that  wash'd  us  in  his  blood 

Be  everlasting  praise; 
Salvation,  honour,  glory,  power, 
Eternal  as  his  days.] 

HYMN  12.  Long  Metre. 

1  [ILTOV/  rich  are  thy  provisions,  Lord  ! 
*  JL  &  Thy  table  furnish 'd  from  above  ! 
The  fruits  of  life  o'erspread  the  board, 

The  cup  oerflows  with  heavnly  love. 

2  Thine  ancient  family,  the  Jews, 

Were  first  invited  to  the  feast: 
We  humbly  take  what  they  refuse, 

And  Gentiles  thy  salvation  taste. 
We  are  the  poor,  the  blind,  the  lame, 

And  help  was  far,  and  death  was  nigh ; 
But  at  the  gospel-call  we  came, 

And  every  want  receiv'd  supply. 
From  the  highway  that  leads  to  hell, 

From  paths  of  darkness  and  despair, 
Lord,  we  are  come  with  thee  to  dwell, 

Giad  to  enjoy  thy  presence  here.] 
[What  shall  we  pay  th'  eternal  Son, 

That  left-  the  heav'n  of  his  abode, 
And  to  this  wretched  earth  came  down, 

To  bring  us  wand'rers  back  to  God  ? 


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2$6  HYMN  Xlir.  Book  iff: 

6  It  cost  him  death  to  save  oiir  lives  • 

To  buy  our  souls  it  cost  his  own  jj 
And  all  the  unknown  joys  he  gives, 
Were  bought  with  agonies  unknown, 

7  Our  everlasting  love  is  due 

To  him  that  ransom'd  sinners  lost  5 
And  pity'd  rebels,  when  he  knew 

The  vast  expence  his  love  "would  cost.] 

HYMN  13.  Common  Metre. 

1  T  TOW  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place 
il  With  Christ  within  the  doors, 
While  everlasting  love  displays 

The  choicest  of  her  stores ! 

2  Here  every  bowel  of  our  God 

With*  soft  compassion  rolls : 
Here  peace  and  pardon  bought  with  bloody 
Is  food  for  dying  souls. 

3  [While  all  our  hearts  and  all  our  songs 

Join  to  admire  the  feast, 
Each  of  us  cry  with  thankful  tongues, 

C(  Lord  why  was  I  a  guest  ? 
I  "  Why  was  I  made  to  hear  thy  voice,. 

"  And  enter  while  there's  room ; 
"When  thousands  make  a  wretched  choice, 

"  And  rather  starve  than  come?"] 

)   Twas  the  same  love  that  spread  the  feast 
That  sweetly  forc'd  us- in: 
Else  we  had  still  refus'd  to  taste, 
And  perish'd  in  our  sin. 
>  [Pity  the  nations,  O  our  God  ! 
Constrain  the  earth  to  come^ 
Send  thy  victorious  word  abroad, 
And  bring  the  strangers  home. 


Book  III.  HYMN  XV.  237 

7   We  long  to  sec  thy  churches  ful], 
That  all  the  chosen  nice 
May  with  one  voice,,  and  heart,  and  soul, 
Sing  thy  redeeming  grace.] 
HYMN  14.  Long  Metre. 

1  T^TOW  have  our  hearts  embrae'd  our  God, 
.IN  We  could  forget  all  earthly  charms, 
And  wish  to  die,  as  Simeon  wou'd, 

With  his  young  Saviour  in  his  arms. 

2  Our  lips  should  learn  thatjoyful  song, 

Were  but  our  hearts  prepar'd  like  his  ; 
Our  souls  still  willing  to  be  gone,  * 
And  at  thy  word  depart  in  peace. 

3  Here  we  have  seen  thy  face,  O  Lord, 

And  view'd  salvation  with  our  eyes, 
Tasted  and  felt  the  living  word, 

The  bread  descending  from  the  skies,. 

4  Thou  hast  prepar'd  this  dying  Lamb, 

Hast  set  his  blood  before  our  face, 
To  teach  the  terrors  of  cur  name, 
And  shew  the  wonders  of  thy  grace, 

5  He  is  our  light,  our  morning  star 

Shall  shine  on  nations  yet  unknown; 
The  glory  of  thine  Isra'l  here, 

And  joy  of  spirits  near  thy  throne- 
HYMN  15.  Common  Metre.. 

1  [rT^HE  mem'ry  of  our  dying  Lord 

A    Awakes  a  thankful  tongue: 
How  rich  he  spread  his  royal  board, 
And  bless'd  the  food,  and  sung  ! 

2  Happy  the  men  that  eat  this  breads 

But  doubly  blest  was  he 
That  gently  bow'd  his  loving  head, 
Andlean'dit,  Lord,  on  thee. 


238  HYMN  XVI..         Book  III. 

3  By  faith  the  same  delights  we  taste 

As  that  great  fav'rite  did, 
And  sit  and  lean  on  Jesus*  breast, 
And  take  the  heav'nly  bread,] 

4  Down  from  the  palace  of  the  skies, 

Hither  the  King  descends: 
4<  Come,  my  beloved,  eat,"  he  cries, 
"  And  drink  salvation,  friends. 

5  [".  My  flesh  is  food  and  physic  too, 

"  A  balm  for  all  your  pains : 
"  And  the  red  streams  of  pardon  flow 

"  From  these  my  pierced  veins."] 
€  Hosanna  to  his  bounteous  love 

For  such  a  feast  below ! 
And  yet  he  feeds  his  saints  above 

With  nobler  blessings  too. 
7  [Come,  the  dear  day,  the  glorious  hour, 

That  brings  our  souls  to  rest ! 
Then  we  shall  need  these  types  no  more,. 

But  dwell  at  th'  heav'nly  feast.] 

HYMN  16,  Common  Metre. 

1  "VJOW  let  our  pains  be  all  forgot, 
±\    Our  hearts  no  moje  repine; 

Our  sufFrings  are  not  worth  a  thought, 
When,  Lord,  compar'd  with  thine. 

2  In  lively  figures  here  we  see 

The  bleeding  Prince  of  Love $ 
Each  of  us  hopes  he  died  for  me, 
And  then  our  griefs  remove. 

3  [Our  humble  faith  here  takes  her  rise. 

While  sitting  round  his  board  -t 
And  back  to  Calvary  she  flies, 
To  view  her  groaning  Lord- 


Book  III.        HYMN  XVII.  oZ9 

4  His  soul  what  agonies  it  felt 

When  his  own  God  withdrew  ! 
And  the  large  load  of  all  our  guilt 
Lay  heavy  on  him  too! 

5  But  the  divinity  within 

Supported  him  to  hear: 
Dying,  he  conqucr'd  hell  and  sin, 
And  made  his  triumph  there.] 

6  Grace,  wisdom, justice  join'd,and  wrought 

The  wonders  of  that  day: 
No  mortal  tongue,  nor  mortal  thought, 
Can  equal  thanks  repay. 

7  Our  hymns  should  sound  like  those  above, 

^  Could  we  our  voices  raise  ; 
Yet,  Lord,  our  hearts  shall  all  be  love, 
And  all  our  lives  be  praise. 

HYMN  17.  Short  Metre. 

1  ^  WE  SI'n£  th'  amazing  deeds 

V  V     That  grace  divine  performs ; 
I h  eternal  God  comes  down,  and  bleeds 
lo  nourish  dying  worms. 

2  This  soul-reviving  wine, 

Dear  Saviour,  'tis  thy  blood; 
n>  thank  that  sacred  flesh  of  thine 
For  this  immortal  food.] 

3  The  banquet  that  we  eat 

^  Is  made  of  heav'nly  things! 
Earth  hath  no  dainties  half  so  sweet 
As  our  Redeemer  brings. 
*  In  vain  had  Adam  sought, 

And  search'd  his  garden  round; 
*or  there  was  no  such  blessed  fruit 
In  all  that  happy  ground. 


210  HYMN  XVIII.        Book  lit 

5  TV  angelic  host  above 

Can  never  taste  this  food  ; 
They  feast  upon  their  Maker's  love, 
But  not  a  Saviour's  blood. 

6  On  us  thJ  almighty  Lord 

Bestows  this  matchless  grace, 
And  meets  us  with  some  cheering  word, 
With  pleasure  in  his  face. 

7  Come,  all  ye  drooping  saints, 

And  banquet  with  the  King ; 
This  wine  will  drown  your  sad  complaints, 
And  tune  your  voice  to  sing. 

8  Salvation  to  the  name 

Of  our  adored  Christ; 
Through  the  wide  earth  his  grace  proclaim-, 
His- glory  in  the  high'st. 

HYMN  18.  Long  Metre. 
1    TESUS I  we  bow  before  thy  feet: 
J    Thy  table  is  divinely  stor'd  ; 
Tbv  sacred  flesh  our  souls  have  eat, 
Tis  living  bread,  we  thank  thee,  Lord ! 
o  And  here  we  drink  our  Saviour's  blood ; 
We  thank  thee,  Lord,  'tis  gen'rous  wine, 
Mingled  with  love;  the  fountain  flow  d 
From  that  dear  bleeding  heart  of  thine. 

3  On  earth  is  no  such  sweetness  found, 

For  the  Lamb's  flesh  is  heav  nlyfood: 
In  vain  we  search  the  globe  around, 
For  bread  so  fine,  or  wine  so  good. 

4  Carnal  provisions  can  at  best  ■ 

But  cheer  the  heart,  or  warm  the  head  : 
But  the  rich  cordial  that  we  taste 
Gives  life  eternal  to  the  dead. 


1JUUN   111.,  Ill  i>i  .>      ^V  ^V  .  J.i-  i 

5  Joy  to  the  master  of  the  feast; 

His  name  our  souls  for  ever  b!e  . ,  ■ 
To  God  the  King,  and  God  the  Prie-.t, 
A  loud  hosanna  round  the  place. 
HYMN  19.  Lonff  Metre. 

1  AT  thy  command,  our  dearest  Lord, 
JTjL  Here  we  attend  thy  dying  feast; 
Thy  blood,  like  wine,  adorns  thy  board, 

And  thine  own  flesh  feeds  every  guest. 

2  Our  faith  adores  thy  bleeding  love, 

And  trusts  for  life  in  one  that  died ; 
We  hope  forheav'nly  crowns  above, 
From  a  Redeemer  crucified. 

3  Let  the  vain  world  pronounce  it  shame, 

And  fling  their  scandals  on  thy  cause  ; 
We  come  to  boast  our  Saviour's  name, 
And  make  our  triumphs  in  his  cross. 

4  With  joy  we  tell  the  scoffing  age, 

He  that  was  dead  has  left  his  tomb, 
He  lives  above  their  utmost  rage, 
And  we  are  waiting  till  he  come. 
HYMN  20.  Common  Metre. 

1  '       ORD,  we  adore  thy  bounteous  hand, 
J— J  And  sing  the  solemn  feast, 

Where  sweet  celestial  dainties  stand 
For  every  willing  guest. 

2  [The  tree  of  life  adorns  the  board 

With  rich  immortal  fruit, 
And  ne'er  an  angry  flaming  sword 
To  guard  the  passage  to't. 

3  The  cup  stands  crown'd  with  living  juice; 

The  fountain  flows  above, 
And  runs  down  streaming  for  our  use, 
In  rivulets  of  love. 1 


4  The  food's  prepar'd  by  heav'nly  art, 

The  pleasures  well  refin'd ; 
T^iey  spread  new  life  through  every  heart, 
And  cheer  the  drooping  mind. 

5  Shout  and  proclaim  the  Saviour's  love, 

Ye  saints  that  taste  his  wine  ; 
Join  with  your  kindred  samts  above, 
In  loud  hosannas  join. 

6  A  thousand  glories  to  the  God 

That  gives  such  joy  as  this; 
Hosanna  !  let  it  sound  abroad, 
And  reach  where  Jesus  is. 

HYMN  21.     Common  Metre. 

1  [pOME,  let  us  lift  our  voices  high, 

v^  High  as  our  joys  arise, 
And  join  the  songs  above  the  sky, 
Where  pleasure  never  dies. 

2  Jesus,  the  God  that  fought  and  bled, 

And  conquer'd  when  he  fell ; 
That  rose,  and  at  his  chariot  wheels 
Dragg'd  all  the  powers  of  hell.] 

3  [Jesus,  the  God,  invites  us  here 

To  this  triumphal  feast, 
And  brings  immortal  blessings  down 
For  each  redeemed  guest.] 

4  The  Lord,  how  glorious  is  his  face  ! 

How  kind  his  smiles  appear ! 
And  O  !  what  melting  words  he  says 

To  every  humble  ear ! 
5  "  For  you,  the  children  of  my  love, 

"  It  was  for  you  I  died; 
."  Behold  my  hands,  behold  my  feet, 

'6  And  look  into  my  side. 


Book  IU.  HYMN  XXII.  213' 

6  "  These  are  the  wounds  for  you  I  bore, 

"  The  tokens  of  my  pains, 
"  When  I  came  down  to  free  your  souls 
"  From  misery  and  chains. 

7  u  [Justice  unsheathe  its  fTry  sword, 

M  And  plung'd  it  in  my  heart ; 
"  Infinite  pangs  for  you  I  bore, 
"  And  most  tormenting  smart. 

8  "  When  hell  and  all  its  spiteful  powers 

94  Stood  dreadful  in  my  way, 
"  To  rescue  those  dear  lives  of  yours, 
"  I  gave  my  own  away. 

9  "  But  while  I  bled,  and  groan'd,  and  died, 

"  I  ruin'd  Satan's  throne; 
"  High  on  my  cross  I  hung  and  spied 
"  The  monster  tumbling  down. 
lt>"  Now  you  must  triumph  at  my  feast, 
"  And  taste  my  flesh,  my  blood; 
"  And  live  eternal  ages  bless'd, 
"  For  'tis  immortal  food." 

11  Victorious  God !  what  can  we  pay 

For  favours  so  divine  ? 
We  would  devote  our  hearts  away 
To  be  for  ever  thine.] 

12  We  give  thee,  Lord,  our"  highest  praise, 

The  tribute  of  our  tongues ; 
But  themes  so  infinite  as  these 
Exceed  our  noblest  songs. 

HYMN  22.  Long  Metre. 
1   0UR  sPirits join  t'  adore  the  Lamb; 
V-/  O,  that  our  feeble  lips  could  move 
In  strains  immortal  as  his  name, 
And  melting  as  his  dying  love  ! 


m  HYMN  XXIII.         Book  III. 

2  Was  ever  equal  pity  found  ? 

The  Prince  of  heav'n  resigns  his  breath, 
And  pours  his  life  out  on  the  ground, 
To  ransom  guilty  worms  from  death. 

3  [Rebels,  we  broke  our  Maker's  laws ;    , 

He  from  the  threat'nings  set  us  free, 
Bore  the  full  veng'ance  on  his  cross, 
And  nail'd  the  curses  to  the  tree.] 

4  [The  law  proclaims  no  terror  now, 

And  Sinai's  thunder  roars  no  more ; 
From  all  his  wounds  new  blessings  flow, 
A  sea  of  joy  without  a  shore. 

5  Here  we  have  wash'd  our  deepest  stains, 

And  heal'd  our  wounds  with  heav'nly 
bloods 
Bless'd  fountain,  springing  from  the  veins 
Of  Jesus,  our  incarnate  God.] 

6  In  vain  our  mortal  voices  strive 

To  speak  compassion  so  divine; 
Had  we  a  thousand  lives  to  give, 
A  thousand  lives  should  all  be  thine. 
HYMN  23.     Common  Metre. 

1  [QITTING  around  our  Father's  board, 

O  We  raise  our  tuneful  breath  ; 

Our  faith  beholds  our  dying  Lord, 

And  dooms  our  sins  to  death.] 

2  We  see  the  blood  of  Jesus  shed, 

Whence  all  our  pardons  rise; 
The  sinner  views  th'  atonement  made, 
And  loves  the  sacrifice. 

3  Thy  cruel  thorns,  thy  shameful  cross 

Procure  us  heav'nly  crowns : 
Our  highest  gain  springs  from  thy  loss,, 
Our  healing  from  thy  wounds. 


Book  III.         HYMN  XXV.  245 

4  ()  !   'tis  impossible  that  we 
Who  dwell  in  feeble  clay, 
Should  equal  sufPrings  bear  for  thee, 
Or  equal  thanks  repay. 

HYMN  24.  Common  Metre. 

1  T^ATHER,  we  wait  to  feel  thy  grace, 
JL    To  see  thy  glories  shine  ; 

The  Lord  will  his  own  table  bless, 
And  make  the  feast  divine. 

2  We  touch,  we  taste  the  heav'nly  bread, 

We  drink  the  sacred  cup; 
With  outward  forms  our  sense  is  fed, 
Our  souls  rejoice  in  hope. 

3  We  shall  appear  before  the  throne 

Of  our  forgiving  God, 
Dress'd  in  the  garments  of  his  Son, 
And  sprinkled  with  his  blood. 

4  We  shall  be  strong  to  run  the  race, 

And  climb  the  upper  sky ; 
Christ  will  provide  our  souls  with  grace, 
He  bought  a  large  supply. 

5  [Let  us  indulge  a  cheerful  frame, 

For  joy  becomes  a  feast; 
We  love  the  mem'ry  of  his  name 
More  than  the  wine  we  taste.] 
HYMN  25.  Common  Metre. 

1  T_TOW  are  thy  glories  here  display 'd ! 
A  A  Great  God!  how  bright  they  shine  ! 
While  at  thy  word  we  break  the  bread, 

And  pour  the  flowing  wine. 

2  Here  thy  revenging  justice  stands, 

And  pleads  its  dreadful  cause; 
Here  saving  mercy  spreads  her  hands, 
Like  Jesus  on  the  cross. 


2  x 


246  HYMN  XXV.  Book  III. 

3  Thy  saints  attend  with  every  grace, 

On  this  great  sacrifice ; 
And  love  appears  with  cheerful  face,, 
And  faith  with  fixed  eyes. 

4  Our  hope  in  waiting  posture  sits* 

To  heav'n  directs  her  sight; 
Here  every  warmer  passion  mee's, 
And  warmer  powers  unite. 

5  Zeal  and  revenge  perform  their  part,. 

And  rising  sin  destroy  : 
Repentance  comes  with  aching  heart, 
Yet  not  forbids  the  joy. 

6  Dear  Saviour,  change  our  faith  to  sight,. 

Let  sin  for  ever  die  \ 
Then  shall  our  souls  be  all  delight,. 
And  every  tear  be  dry. 


I  cannot  persuade  myself  to  put  a  full  period  to  these 
Divine  Hymns,  till  I  have  addressed  a  special  song  o£ 
glory  to  God  the  Fattier,  the  Son,  and  the  ffely  Spirit •, 
Though  the  Latin  name  of  it,  Gloria  Patria,  be  retain- 
ed in  our  nation  from  the  Roman  church  ;  and  though 
there  may  be  some  excesses  of  superstitious  honour 
paid  to  the  words  of  it,  which  may  have  wrought  some 
unhappy  prejudices  in  weaker  Christians,  yet  I  believe 
it  still  to  be  one  of  the  noblest  parts  of  ChrisTTan  wor- 
ship. The  subject  of  it  is  the  doctrine  of  the  Trinity, 
which  is  that  peculiar  glory  of  the  divine  nature,  that 
our  Lord  Jesus  Christ  hath  so  clearly  revealed  unto 
men,  and  is  so  necessary  to  true  Christianity.  The 
action  is  praise,  which  is  one  of  the  most  complete  and 
exalted  parts  of  heavenly  worship.  I  have  cast  the 
song  into  a  variety  of  forms,  and  have  fitted  it  by  a. 
plain  version,  or  a  larger  paraphrase,  to  be  sung  either 
alone,  or  at  the  conclusion  of  another  Hymn.  I  have 
added,  also,  a  few  hosannas,  or  ascriptions  of  salvation. 
X^Christ  in  the  same  manner,  and  for  the  same  endo. 


Book  III.         HYMN  XXVII.        ,    247 

DOXOLOGIES. 

HYMN  26.   1st  Long  Metre. 

1  T^L?SS'D  be  the  Father  and  his  Jove, 
±J  To  whose  celestial  source  we  owe 
Rivers  of  endless  joys  above, 

And  rills  of  comfort  here  below. 

2  Glory  to  thee,  great  Son  of  God, 

From  whose  dear  wounded  body  rolls 
A  precious  stream  of  vital  blood, 
Pardon  and  life  for  dying  souls. 

3  ^i7guVe  thee'  sacred  SPirit'  Praise, 

Who  in  our  hearts  of  sin  and  woe 
Makes  living  springs  of  grace  arise, 
And  into  boundless  glory  flow. 
#  Thus  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son  ; 
And  God  the  Spirit,  we  adore; 
That  sea  of  life  and  love  unknown, 
Without  a  bottom  or  a  shore. 
HYMN  27.  Common  Metre 

1  r^L£P,tQ  God  the  Fatber's  name, 
V-*    \Y  ho  from  our  sinful  race 

Chose  out  his  fav'rites  to  proclaim 

The  honours  of  his  grace. 

2  Glory  to  God  the  Son  be  paid, 

Who  dwelt  in  humble  clay, 
And,  to  redeem  us  from  the  dead, 
Gave  his  own  life  awav. 

3  Glory  to  God  the  Spirit  give, 

From  whose  almighty  power 
Our  souls  their  heav'nly  birth  derive, 
And  bless  the  happy  hour. 

4  Glory  to  God  that  reigns  above, 

TV  eternal  Three  and  One,  • 
Who  by  the  wonders  of  his  love 
Has  made  his  nature  known. 


248  HYMN  XXXX.         Book  lift 

HYMN  28.   1st  Short  Metre. 

1  T    ET  God  the  Father  live 
JLj  For  ever  on  our  tongues  : 
Sinners  from  his  first  love  derive 

The  ground  of  all  their  songs. 

2  Ye  saints,  employ  your  breath 

In  honour  to  the  Son, 
Who  brought  your  souls  from  hell  and  death, 
ByofFrmgup  his  own. 

3  Give  to  the  Spirit  praise 

Of  an  immortal  strain, 
Whose  light,  and  power,  and  grace  convey 
Salvation  down  to  men. 

4  While  God  the  Comforter 

Reveals  our  pardon'd  sin, 
O  may  the  blood  and  water  bear 
The  same  record  within. 

5  To  the  great  One  and  Three, 

That  seal  this  grace  in  heav'n, 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  be 
Eternal  glory  giv'n. 

HYMN  29.  2d  Long  Metre. 

1  r^  LORY  to  God  the  Trinity, 

VX  Whose  name  hath  mysteries  unknown ; 
In  essence  One,  in  persons  Three; 
A  social  nature,  yet  alone. 

2  When  all  our  noblest  powers  arejoin'd 

The  honours  of  thy  name  to  raise, 
Thv  ^lories  over-match  our  mind,    ( 
And  angels  faint  beneath  the  praise, 
HYMN  30.  2d  Common  Metre. 
!  HpHE  God  of  mercv  be  adord, 
X    Who  calls  our  souls  from  death  °y 
Who  saves  by  his  redeeming  word, 
A  new-creating  breath, 


Book  III.       HYMN  XXXV.  249 

2  To  praise  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit,  all  divine, 
The  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 
Let  saints  and  angels  join. 

HYMN  31.  2d  Short  Metre. 

1  '       ET  God  the  Maker's  name 
JLrf  Have  honour,  love,  and  fear! 
To  God  the  Saviour  pay  the  same, 

And  God  the  Comforter. 

2  Father  of  lights  above, 

Thy  mercy  we  adore ; 
The  Son  of  thine  eternal  love> 
And  Spirit  of  thy  power. 

HYMN  32.  3d  Long  Metre. 

TO  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  honour,  praise,  and  glory  giv'n 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  inheav'n. 

HYMN  33.     Or  thus: 

ALL  glory  to  thy  wond'rous  name,    * 
Father  of  mercy,  God  of  love ; 
Thus  we  exalt  the  Lord  the  Lamb, 
And  thus  we  praise  the  heav'nly  Dove,. 
HYMN  34,     3d  Common  Metre. 

NOW  let  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit  be  ador'd, 
Where  there  are  work s  to  make  him  kno  wn, 
Or  saints  to  love  the  Lord. 
HYMN  35.     Or  thus. 

HONOUR  to  thee,  almighty  Three, 
And  everlasting  One, 
All  glory  to  the  Father  be, 
The  Spirit  and  the  Son, 


Y 


250  HYMN  XXXVIII.     Book  III, 

HYMN -36.     3d  Short  Metre. 
E  angels  round  the  throne, 
And  saints  that  dwell  below, 
Worship  the  Father,  love  the  Son, 
And  bless  the  Spirit  too. 

HYMN  37.     Or  thus: 

GIVE  to  the  Father  praise, 
Give  glory  to  the  Son, 
And  to  the  Spirit  of  his  gracr 
Be  equal  honour  done. 

HYMN  38. 

The  first  as  the  ]48th  Psalm. 

1  T  GIVE  immortal  praise 

A     To  God  the  Father's  love, 
For  all  my  comforts  here, 
-  And  better  hopes  above  : 

He  sent  his  own 

Eternal  Son 

To  die  for  sins 

That  man  had  done. 

2  To  God  the  Son  belongs 
Immortal  glory  too, 

Who  bought  us  with  his  blood 
From  everlasting  wroe : 

And  now  he  lives, 

And  now  he  reigns, 

And  sees  the  fruit 

Of  all  his  pains, 

3  To  God  the  Spirit's  name 
Immortal  worship  give, 
Whose  newT-creating  power 
Makes  the  dead  sinner  live: 

His  work  completes 
The  great  design, 


hook  in.       H1MJN    XXXIX.  251 

And  fills  the  soul 

With  joy  divine. 
4  Almighty  God  !   to  thee 
Be  endiess  honours  done, 
The  undivided  Three, 
And  the  mysterious  One  : 

Where  reason  tails 

With  all  her  powers, 

There  faith  prevails, 

And  love  adores. 

HYMN  39. 

The  second  as  the  148th  Psalm. 

1  HTO  him  that  chose  us  first, 

X     Betore  the  world  began  ; 
To  him  that  bore  the  curse 
To  save  rebellious  man  : 

To  him  that  form'd 

Our  hearts  anew, 

Is  endless  praise 

And  glory  due. 

2  The  Father's  Jove  shall  run 
Through  our  immortal  songs; 
We  bring  to  God  the  Son 
Hosannas  on  our  tongues: 

Our  lips  address 
The  Spirit's  name 
With  equal  praise, 
And  zeal  the  same. 

3  Let  every  saint  above, 
And  angel  round  the  throne. 
For  ever  bless  and  love 
The  sacred  Three  in  One  : 

Thus  heav'n  shall  raise 
His  honours  high, 


252  'HYMIN.  ALIII.  .BOOK  111. 

When  earth  and  lime 
Grow  old  and  die. 

HYMN  40: 
The  third  as  the  148th  Psalm. 

TO  God  the  Father's  throne 
Perpetual  honours  raise  ; 
Glory  to  God  the  Son, 
To  God  the  Spirit  praise .: 
And  while  our  lips 
Their  tribute  bring, 
Our  faith  adores 
The  name  we  sing. 

HYMN  41.     Or  thus  : 
rTX)  our  eternal  God, 
JL    The  Father  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit  ail  divine, 
Three  mysteries  in  One, 
Salvation,  power, 
And  praise  be  giv'n 
By  all  on  earth, 
And  all  in  heav'n. 

HYMN  42.  Long  Metre. 

1  TTOSANNA  to  king  David's  Son, 
il  Who  reigns  on  a  superior  throne; 
We  bless  the  Prince  of  heav'nly  birth, 
Who  brings  salvation  down  to  earth. 

2  Let  every  nation,  every  age, 
In  this  delightful  work  engage, 
Old  men  and  babes  in  Sion  sing 
The  growing  glories  of  her  King. 

HYMN  43.  Common  Metre. 
1  TJOSANNA  to  the  Prince  of  Grace: 
il  Sion  behold  thy  King; 
Proclaim  the  Son  of  David's  race, 
And  teach  the  babes  to  sing. 


r>OOK.  111.  11  1  ivil>     iVij  Y  .  -^ 

2  Hosanna  to  th'  Incarnate  Word, 
Who  from  the  Father  came ; 
Ascribe  salvation  to  the  Lord, 
With  blessings  on  his  name. 

HYMN  44.  Short  Metre. 

1  TTOSANNA  to  the  Son 
Al  OfDavidandof  God, 

Who  brought  the  news  of  pardon  down, 
And  bought  it  with  his  blood. 

2  To  Christ  th*  anointed  King 

Be  endless  blessings  giv'n: 
Let  the  whole  earth  his  glory  sing, 
Who  made  our  peace  with  heav'n. 

HYMN  45.     As  the  148th  Psalra. 

1  TTOSANNA  to  the  King 

L  JL  Of  David's  ancient  blood: 
Behold  he  comes  to  bring 
Forgiving  grace  from  God: 

Let  old  and  young 

Attend  his  way, 

And  at  his  feet 

Their  honours  lay. 

2  Glory  to  God  on  high, 
Salvation  to  the  Lamb; 
Let  earth,  and  sea,  and  sky, 
His  wond'rous  love  proclaim. 

Upon  his  head 
Shall  honours  rest, 
And  every  age 
Pronounce  him  blest. 


END  OF  THE  THIRD  BOOK. 
2  Y 


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TO  FIND  ANY  HYMN  BY  THE  FIRST  LINE. 


^iroEE  and  tremble  for  our  God  Page  2G 

Alas,  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  103 

All  glory  to  thy  wond'rous  name  S49 

All  mortal  vanities  be  gone  13 

And  are  we  wretches  yet  alive  182 

And  must  this  body  die  186 

And  now  the  scales  have  left  mine  eyes  164. 

Arise,  my  soul,  my  joyful  powers  ibid 

As  new-born  babes  desire  the  breast  89 

At  thy  command,  our  dearest  Lord  241 

Attend  while  God's  exalted  Son  1 9  8 

Awake,  my  heart,  arise  my  tongue  .  1 6 

Awake,  our  souls,  away  our  fears  28 

Away  from  every  mortal  care  194 

Backward  with  humble  shame  we  look  34 

Begin,  my  tongue,  some  heav'nly  theme  154 

Behold  how  sinners  disagree  82 

Behold  the  blind  their  sight  receive 

Behold  the  glories  of  the  Lamb 

Behold  the  grace  appears 

Behold  the  potter  and  the  clay 

Behold  the  Rose  of  Sharon  here 

Behold  the  woman's  promis'd  seed 

Behold  the  wretch  whose  lust  and  wine 

Behold  what  wond'rous  grace 

iBless'd  are  the  humble  souls  that  see 

Bless'd  be  the  everlasting  God 

Bless'd  be  the  Father  and  his  love 

Bless'd  morning  !  whose  young  dawning  rays 

Bless'd  with  the  joys  of  innocence 

Blood  has  a  voice  to  pierce  the  skies 

Bright  King  of  glory,  dreadful  God 

Broad  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death 

Bury'd  in  shadows  of  the  night 

But  few  among  the  carnal  wise 

Can  creatures  to  perfection  find 

Christ  and  his  cross  is  all  our  theme 

Come,  all  harmonious  tongues 

Come,  dearest  Lord.,  ,descend,and  dwell 


TABLE  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

tfome,  happy  souls,  approach  your  God  Poge  181 

Come  hither  all  ye  weary  souls  $0 

Come,  holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove  VlQ 

Come,  let  us  join  a  joyful  tune  231 

Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs  38 
Come,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes 

Come,  let  us  lift  our  voices  high  348 

Come,  we  that  love  the  Lord  \'2--\ 

Daughters  of  Zion,  come,  behold  45 

Dear  Lord,  behold  our  sore  distress  -  219 

Dearest  of  all  the  names  above  -09 

Death  cannot  make  our  souls  afraid  139 

Death  may  dissolve  my  body  now  20 

Death  !  'tis  a  melancholy  day  J  4-1 

Deceived  by  subtle  snares  of  hell  68 

Deep  in  the  dust  before  thy  throne  78 

Descend  from  heav'n,  immortal  Dove  118 

Do  we  not  know  that  solemn  word  77 

Down  headlong  from  their  native  skies  175 

Dread  Sov'reign,  l*t  my  ev'ning  song  106 

Ere  the  blue  heav'rts  were  stretch'd  abroad  4- 

Eternal  sov'reign  of  the  sky  210 

Eternal  Spirit !  we  confess  200 

Faith  is  the  brightest  evidence  76 

Far  from  my  thoughts  vain  world  be  gone  1 12 

Father,  I  long,  I  faint  to  see  153 

Father,  we  wait  to  feel  thy  grace  245 

Firm  as  the  earth  thy  gospel  stands  86 

Fror*  heav'n  the  sinning  angels  fell  176 

From  thee,  my  God,  my  joys  shall  rise  159 

Gentiles  by  nature,  Ave  belong  72 

Give  me  the  wings  of  faith  to  rise  204 

Give  to  the  Father  praise  250 

Glory  to  God  the  Trinity  248 

Glory  to  God  that  walks  the  sky  147 

Glory  to  God  the  Father's  name  247 

God  is  a  Spirit  just  and  wise  &5 

God  of  the  morning,  at  -whose  voice  51 

God  of  the  seas,  thy  thund'ring  voice  1 5  5 

God,  the  eternal  awful  name  121 

God,  who  in  various  methods  told  32 

Go  preach  my  gospel,  saith  the  Lord  80 

Go  worship  at  Immanuel's  feet  $2 

Great  God,  how  infinite  art  thou  153 

Great  God,  I  own  thy  sentence  just  6 


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Great  God,  thy  glories  shall  employ  Page  22$ 

Great  God,  to  what  a  glorious  height  187 

Great  King  of  glory  and  of  grace 
Great  was  the  day,  the  joy  was-  great 
Had  I  the  tongMesof  Greeks  and  Jews 
Happy  the  church,  thou  sacred  place 
Happy  the  heart  where  graces  reign 
Hark !  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  sound 
Hark !  the  Redeemer  from  on  high 
Hear  what  the  voice  from  heav'n  proclaims 
Hence  from  my  scul,  sad  thoughts  be  gone 
Here  at  thy  cross,  my  dying  God 
High  as  the  heav'ns  above  the  ground 
High  on  a  hill  of  dazzling  light 
Honour  to  thee,  almighty  Three 
Hosanna,  &c. 

Hosanna  to  ourconqu'ring  King 
Hosanna  to  the  Prince  of  Light 
Hosanna  to  the  Royal  Son 
Hosanna  with  a  cheerful  sound 
How  are  thy  glories  here  display'd 
How  beauteous  are  their  feet 
How  can  I  sink  with  such  a  prop 
How  condescending  and  how  kind 
How  full  of  anguish  is  the  thought 
'How  heavy  is  the  night 
How  honourable  is  the  place 
How  large  the  promise,  how  divine 
How  oft  have  sin  and  Satan  strove 
How  rich  are  thy  provisions,  Lord 
How  sad  our  state  by  nature  is 
How  shall  I  praise  th'  eternal  God 
How  short  and  hasty  is  our  life 
IJow  should  the  sons  of  Adam's  race 
How  strong  thine  arm  is,  mighty  God- 
How  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place 
How  vain  are  all  things  here  below 
How  wond'rous  great,  how  glorious  bright 
I  cannot  bear  thine  absence,  Lord 
I  give  immortal  praise 
I  hate  the  tempter  and  his  charms 
I  lift  my  banner,  saith  the  Lord 
I  love  the  windows  of  thy  grace 
I'm  not  asham'd  to  own  my  Lord 
In  Gabriel's  hand  a  mighty  stone 


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In  thine  own  ways,  O  God  of  Icnc  Pjge2  2 

In  vain  the  wealthy  mortals  toil  18 

In  vain  we  lavish  out  our  lives  JJ 

Infinite  grief  1  amazing  woe  IF5 

I  send  the  joys  of  earth  away  1°9 
I  sing  my  Saviour's  wond'rous  death 

Is  this  the  kind  return  l^8 

Jehovah  speaks,  let  Isra'l  hear  54 

Jehovah  reigns,  his  throne  is  high  223 

Jesus,  in  thee  our  eyes  behold  9  ' 

Jesus  invites  his  saints  227 

Jesus  is  gone  above  the  skies  230 

Jesus,  the  man  of  constant  grief  12 

Jesus,  we  bless  thy  Father's  name  32 

Jesus,  we  bow  before  tiiy  feet  240 

Jesus,  with  all  thy  saints  above  123 

Join  all  the  glorious  names  98 

Join  all  the  names  of  love  and  power  97 

Kind  is  the  speech  of  Christ  our  Loul  46 

Laden  with  guilt,-  and  full  of  fear  1 9 1 

Let  all  our  tongues  be  one  232 

Let  everlasting  glories  crown  W> 

Let  every  mortal  ear  attend  7 

Let  God  the  Father  live  248 

Let  him  embrace  my  soul  and  prove  40 

Let  God  the  Maker's  name  249 

Let  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  say  13 

Let  mortal  tongues  attempt  to  sing.  3.5 

Lot  others  boast  how  strong  they  be  1 1 5 

Let  Pharisees  of  high,  esteem  83 

Let  the  old  heathens  tune  their  song  1 1 7 

Let  the  seventh  angel  sound  on  high  40 

Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  lie  177 

Let  the  wild  leopards  of  the  wood  217 

Let  them  neglect  thy  glory,  Lord  129 

Let  us  adore  th'  eternal  word  229 

Life  and  immortal  joys  are  giv'n  195 

Life  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Loid  57 

I/ift  up  your  eyes  to  th'  heav'nly  seats  li  1 

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Lol  the  destroying  angel  flies  *U 

Lo  !  the  young  tribes  of  Adam  rise  58 

Lol  what  a  glorious  sight  appears  17 

Long  have  I  sat  beneath  the  sound  220 

Lead,  at  thy  temple  we  appear  15 


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Lord,  how  divine  thy  comforts  are  iW  234 

Lord,  how  secure  and  bless'd  are  they  145 

Lord,  how  secure  my  conscience  was  72 

Lord,  we  adore  thy  bounteous  hand  241 

Lord,  we  adore  thy  vast  designs  I85 

Lord,  we  are  blind,  we  mortals  blind  120 

Lord,  we  confess  our  num'rous  faults  70 

Lord,  what  a  heav'n  of  saving  grace  1 1 3 

Lord,  what  a  wretched  land'is  this  141 

Lord,,  when  my  thoughts  with  wonder  roll  105 

Man  hath  a  soul  of  vast  desires  207 

Mistaken  souls  that  dream  of  heav'n  87 

My  dear  Redeemer  and  my  Lord  203 

My  drowsy  powers,  why  sleep  ye  so-  120 

My  God,  how  endless  is  thy  love  53 

My  God,  my  life,  my  love  173 

My  God,  my  portion  and  my  love  174 

My  God,  permit  me  not  to  be  1 93 

My  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys  143 

My  God,  what  endless  pleasures  dwell  134 

My  heart,  how  dreadful  hard  it  is  1 76 

My  Saviour  God,  my  Sov'reign  Prince  204 

My  soul,  come  meditate  the  day  149 

My  soul  forsakes  her  vain  delight  109 

My  thoughts  on  awful  subjects  roll  103 

My  thoughts  surmount  these  lower  skies-  2 1 8 

Naked  as  from  the  earth  we  came  5 

Nature  with  all  her  powers  shall  sing  102 

Nature  with  open  volume  stands  233 

No,  I'll  repine  at  death  no  more  180 

No,  I  shall  envy  them  no  more  1 44 

No  more,  my  God,  I  boast  no  more  69 

Nor  eye  hath  seen,  nor  ear  has  heard  67 

Not  all  the  blood  of  beasts  205 

Not  all  the  outward  forms  on  earth  6  I 

Not  different  food  nor  different  drejss  79 

Not  from  the  dust  affliction  grows  54 

Not  the  malicious  or  profane  66 

Not  to  condemn  the  sons  of  men  64 

Not  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord  2 1 1 

Not  with  our  mortal  eyes  68 

Now  be  the  God  of  Israel  blest  29 

Now  by  the  bowels  of  my  God  8 1 

Now  for  a  tune  of  lofty  praise  1 34 

Now  have  our  hearts  embrac  :d  cur  God  237 


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Now  in  the  galleries  of  his  grace  Page  50 

Now  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood  59 

Now  let  a  spacious  world  arise  208 

Now  let  our  pains  be  all  forgot  238 

Now  let  the  Father  and  the  Son  249 

Now  let  the  Lord  my  Saviour  smile  1 39 

Now  Satan  comes  with  dreadful  roar  2 1 5 

Now  shall  my  inward  joys  arise  24 

Now  to  the  Lord  a  noble  song  1 37 

Now  to  the  Lord  that  makes  us  know  37 

Now  to  the  power  of  God  supreme  85 

O  for  an  overcoming  faith  1  $ 

Oh!  if  my  soul  was  form'd  for  woe  183 

Oh!   the  almighty  Lord  163 

Oh  !  the  delights,  the  heav'nly  joys  171 

Often  I  seek  my  Lord  by  night  44 

Once  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day  106 

Our  days,  alas  !  our  mortal  days  132 

Our  God,  how  firm  his  promise  stands  ibid 

Our  Sins,  alas  I  how  strong  they  be  168 

Our  souls  shall  magnify  the  Lord  36 

Our  spirits  join  t'  adore  the  Lamb.  243 

Plung'd  in  a  gulph  of  dark  despair  1 62 

Praise,  everlasting  praise  be  paid  148 

Raise  thee,  my  soul,  fly  up  and  run  126 

Raise  your  triumphant  songs  1 8 1 

Rise,  rise,  my  soul,  and  leave  the  ground  1 1 3 

Saints  at  your  heav'nly  Father's  word  81 

Salvation!  O  the  joyful  sound  169 

See  where  the  great  incarnate  God  27 

Shall  the  vile  race  of  flesh  and  blood  53 

Shall  we  go  on  to  sin  67 

Shall  wisdom  cry  aloud  59 

Shout  to  the  Lord,  and  let  our  joys  1 72 

Sin  hath  a  thousand  treach'rous  arts  210 

Sin,  like  a  venomous  disease       *  3 12 

Sing  to  the  Lord  that  built  the  skies  1  \  y 

Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  heav'nly  hosts,  149 

Sitting  round  our  Father's  board  ->44 

So  did  the  Hebrew  prophet  raise  ~  7 ! 

So  let  our  lips  and  lives  express  82 

Stand  up,  my  soul,  shake  oft' thy  fears  16 1 

Sloop  down,  my  thoughts,  that  use  to  rise  122 

Strait  is  the  way,  the  door  is  strait  2  17 

Terrible  God,  that  reign 'st  on  high  1  i7 


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That  awful  day  will  surely  come  Page  153 

Thee  we  adore,  eternal  name  143 

The  glories  of  my  Maker,  God  156 

The  God  of  mercy  be  ador'd  249 

The  King  of  glory  sends  his  Son  201 

The  lands-that  long  in  darkness  lay  12 

The  law  by  Moses  came  74 

The  law  commands  and  makes  us  know  193 

The  Lord  declares  his  will  192 

The  Lord  descending  from  above  1-96 

The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns  224 

The  Lord  on  high  proclaims  55 

The  Majesty  of  Solomon.  1 88 

The  mem'ry  of  our  dying  Lord  237 

The  promise  of  my  Father's  love  227 

The  promise  was  divinely  free  200 

The  true  Messiah  now  appears  ».  ■  110 

The  voice  of  my  Beloved  sounds-      ,  43 

The  wond'ring  world  inquires  to  know  48 

There  is  a  house  not  made  with  hands  69 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight  152 

There  was  an  hour  when  Christ  rejoic'd  1 1 

These  glorious  minds,  how  bright  they  shine  25 

This  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love  202 

Thou,  whom  my  soul  admires  -above  ■  4 1 

Thus  did  the  sons  of  Abraham  pass  196 

Thus  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on  52 

Thus  saith  the  first,  the  great  command,  73 

Thus  saith  the  High  and  Lofty  One  56 

Thus  saith  the  Ruler  of  the  skies  1-65 

Thus  saith  the  mercy  of  the  Lord  76 

Thus  saith  the  wisdom  of  the  Lord  60 

Thy  favours,  Lord,  surprise  our  souls  136 

Time,  what  an  empty  vapour  'tis  146 

'Tis  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come  197 

'Tis.  from  the  treasures  of  his  word  94 

'Tis  not  the  law  of  ten  commands  195 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son  249 

To  God  the  only  wise  30 

To  God  the  Father's  throne         ■  2  52 

To  him  that  chose  us  first  25  1 

To  our  eternal  God  252 

'Twas  by  an  order  from  the  Lord  211 

'Twas  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  nigli*.  226 

'Twas  the  commission  of  our  Lord  3i 


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Vain  arc  the  hopes  the  sons  of  men                    Page  6 1 

Vain  are  the  hopes  that  rebels  place  6* 

Up  to  the  fields  where  angels  lie  1 3S 

Up  to  the  Lord  that  reigns  on  high  136 

We  are  a  garden  wall'd  around  47 

We  bless  the  prophet  of  the  Lord  19t> 

We  sing  th*  amazing  deeds  239 

We  sing  the  glories  of  thy  love  34 

Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest  1 1 1 

Well,  the  Redeemer's  gone  130 

What  different  powers  of  grace  and  sin  206 

What  equal  honours  shall  we  bring  38 

What  happy  men  or  angels  these  24 

What  mighty  man  or  mighty  God  21 

Wrhence  do  our  mournful  thoughts  arise  23 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear  1 5 1 

When  in  the  light  of  faith  divine  1 79 

When  I  survey  the  wond'rous  cross  230 

When  we  are  rais'd  from  deep  distress  33 

When  strangers  stand  and  hear  me  tell  49 

When  the  first  parents  of  our  race  161 

When  the  great  Builder  arch'd  the  skies  119 

Where  are  the  mourners,  saith  the  Lord  213 

Who  can  describe  the  joys  that  rise  64 

Who  hath  believ'd  thy  word  87 

Who  is  this  fair  one  in  distress  50 

Who  shall  the  Lord's  elect  condemn  13 

Why  does  your  lace,  ye  humble  souls  167 

Why  do  we  mourn  departed  friends  104 

Why  is  my  heart  so  far  from  thee  MG 

Why  should  the  children  of  a  iCing  90 

Why  should  this  earth  delight  us  so  220 

Why  should  we  start  and  fear  to  die  124 

With  cheerful  voice  I  sing  95 

With  holy  fe^ar  and  humble  sor.g  135 

With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace  79 

Ye  angels  round  the  throne  2  50 
Ye  sons  of  Adam,  vain  and  young 

Zion  rejoice,  and  Judah  sing  *86. 


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